Snowball

Snowball. My precious Snowball. Snowball is my stuffed animal who has saved me from many a night of bad dreams and has made me feel at home in any bed anywhere. If there was one thing I could rescue from a fire (other than people) it would most definitely be Snowball!

I will never forget the day that me and Snowball met. It was Christmas time and I a six year old girl was obsessed with stuffed animals. I had every single type of stuff animal you could imagine! There was a snake, a pink and purple bunny, a frog, cats, dogs, etc. You get the idea any animal I probably had it and in many different shades most likely. But the day Snowball came into my life was completely different. I unwrapped the furry little guy he was a black and white snow tiger! As I held him there under the Christmas tree I named him Snowball. Later on I read the tag on his leg and it said his name was Snowball as well! It was our bonding moment!

As I grew up I grew tired of my stuffed animals. Most of them were given away or donated to Goodwill. But one animal stayed. One animal had the love and bravery in his stuffed little heart to protect me through my nights. One little animal had the compassion to be with me through every tear filled night. One animal toughed it out through every messy room and brother filled day. That little animal is Snowball. Snowball with his unique soft fur and his little pink button nose. Snowball made the cut and has been with me ever since.

Many people would argue with me and say that stuffed animals do not have personalities. And for the most part yah I would have to agree with you. Snowball on the other hand is different, he is the nicest and most patient stuffed animal you will ever meet. He has great style advice and he loves to just sit there and listen to you rant. He can take a beating from my brothers and still be able to forgive them. I am always learning something from my patient little animal.

He is getting older now, since he has decided to stick around with me through better or worse he has gotten a little roughed up. When you look at him now you don't see the perfectly cute and cuddly snow tiger anymore. He now has a hole in his head, (and I have no idea where it came from) his fur is matted, and the colors of his fur have faded. But through it all he has remained faithful and loving. He is still my baby. I love you Snowball!