I don't know exactly when this ceramic bear showed up near the front door of my home. I believe it was about 15 years ago but I am not sure as it seems he has been there always. This bear is about the size of a 20 lb. cat. He is not a visually remarkable bear until one looks closely and then you see hidden character. I don't know his name.
One might think it strange for a small ceramic bear to show up without announcement or invitation at my home but it is not strange. Bears have been interwoven into the fabric of my life almost longer than even a "bucket".
Name, totem, collection,Teddy Roosevelt. Natural.
This particular bear has brought me much comfort over the years. As I return home triumphant or beaten down, this bear is waiting to give hurrahs or comfort. He always does. How do I know this is a boy bear? He just is. He sits next to a yellow birdhouse and protects Keisha's favorite sunny sitting spot now that she is gone.
I don't know who left this bear on my porch so many years ago. I can't even begin to tell you how much he has meant to me. Thank you.
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