This is Woofie. A long time ago, he was called Mr. Brahms. If you pulled his tail and let it go, he played Brahms’ lullaby. His tail can’t be pulled anymore and he doesn’t play the lullaby either. His once-blue coat is now faintly blue-grey, and his stuffing barely fills a quarter of his body. He can’t really sit up anymore, he just sinks into himself. But I often find him tucked carefully into bed with his very own blanket.