When I was born, my Mom’s co-worker gave her a gift for the new baby. It was a small plush white dog with a tag that said his name was Morgan. I slept every night holding Morgan next to me. I brought him along in my little suitcase on all vacations and sleepovers. Then, one day around age 9, I decided I was now too old to sleep with a stuffed animal. I marched out to a big dumpster in the alley behind my house and tossed in Morgan. That night, I couldn’t sleep— regretting that I had thrown Morgan out. At daybreak, I ran outside to retrieve my lifelong friend from the dumpster. To my horror, the dumpster was now completely empty...
Forty years later, I was able to find some of these plush Morgan dogs on eBay. I discovered that they came in several sizes and colors. It took me a while to find a small white one, but Morgan is now back home! (Umm, but I don’t sleep with him anymore.)
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