It was really tough to pitch you in the trash today, but its time. Probably past time.
I bought you in Thailand in 1990 and carted you home, named you Duckie.
You slept with me a few nights in my Long Beach childhood home.
You made the trek to Seattle and lived with me in the room above my grandparents garage.
You were there for our little apartment on Eastlake.
And our first house purchase in Federal Way.
The relocation to Aberdeen.
You got kicked out of the bed sometime around the move to Longview due to allergies but were still a friendly face.
As we look toward our tiny apartment in Seattle, I bring only memories and smaller momentos.
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