Hold on to Eggy and Don’t Let Go…

You know you’re a blogger when…

…you see this message on one of your websites:

(note: KatyWidrick.com is fine -- this is just a screengrab!)

And your first thought is — “well, at least this will make for a good blog post.”


#Fitblog is under attack, but I have some heavy artillery and I hope to have the site malware-free and back in business soon. And yes, I will be posting about how I did it. :)

Between Fitbloggin’ and Healthy Living Summit, my house is swag-tastic right now. And in an effort to de-crappify my house, I tried to throw out some of the stuff that I really didn’t need or want.

Including, a small, white plush egg. Yup, an egg.

Eggland’s Best gave the stuffed animal to me and while it’s cute, it doesn’t exactly go with my decor, ya know?

But Lucas decided to pull the egg out of the trash and give it to Junior. And I’m so, so glad he did.

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Junior fell tail over paws in love with the creature, which we named “Eggy.”

I’m not exaggerating when I say he carried it everywhere. To his dish at breakfast, when he would gently lay Eggy down just long enough to eat.

Outside to the backyard (which contributed to the white egg looking more like a brown egg after a few days).

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He took Eggy to bed at night, and moments after waking up, had him right back in his mouth.

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But on Thursday night, a terrible fate befell Eggy. Despite Junior’s tender, loving care — Eggy cracked. Errr, ripped apart. Must have been Junior’s poor little underbite.

We had to throw Eggy out, and I have to tell you — even though days before, I was the one that had dumped him in the garbage, doing it this time truly broke my heart.

We now can’t say the word “Eggy” near Junior because he frantically starts looking for his little buddy…and comes back empty-pawed.

I don’t know why, but as silly as it is…seeing my dog fall in love with something, take care of it, provide for its every need and finally, miss it when it was gone just made me break down.

What is your Eggy? What do you love beyond words? I’ll assume your friends, family and pets fall in that category, so go deeper. Is there something that has sentimental, if not financial, value to you that would truly break your heart if it were lost or broken?

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  1. says

    I have slept with my yellow birthing blanket for 27 years. He (oh yes it’s a he) has become ragged and torn, but it is still near and dear to my heart. I used to hide it each night during college dorm years so no one would steal, torment, or hurt him.

    • says

      I had a stuffed animal named “Elky” (what is it with my stuffed animal names?) that my dad gave me on my 8th birthday. We were living in a tiny Boston apartment, had no money and he worked all the time. So it was super, super special. I brought it to college and put Elky on my pillow every day when I went to class.

  2. Lauren @ Forward is a Pace says

    Mine is a lamp my grandfather carved for me when I was born. It looks like a baby block – three sides have a block letter (my initials) and one had my name and date of birth. 26 years later, it still works!

  3. says

    I unfortunately don’t have any “must have” item that I can’t let go of & keep with me every day – the last one was my blankie which I gifted to a young cousin several years ago thinking she’d love it. (She didn’t…and I never saw it again…)

    I do have some sentimental items tucked away though – my favorite of which is the bow-tie my Grandfather wore on his wedding day. He “accidentally” forgot to give it back when he returned his rented tuxedo. He always told me that my Grandmother put her wedding dress back on for their 1st anniversary & that he put on his “tuxedo”…which was really just the bow-tie…for dinner that evening (at home). When PapPap died, 7 years after my Grandmother passed, I found his bow-tie tucked into his nightstand drawer with a picture of them on their wedding day! And now that’s where it sits in my bedroom!

    p.s…my husband may or may not have “accidentally” forgotten to return the tie from his tuxedo as well…

  4. says

    I honestly can’t think of my personal “eggy” but I felt the exact same way when I had to throw out the stuffed hedgehog my dog has been obsessed with for over a year. It just got to the point where it was absolutely disgusting and no amount of washing it would help. She loved that thing so much though. It was her only stuffed toy, she’d bring it to bed, lay with it during the day and sometimes just trot around the house with it in her mouth for the heck of it. It honestly broke my heart to throw it out. We soon got another though and she was ecstatic!

  5. says

    Love this story.

    I keep thinking of what makes me sentimental, and it’s definitely music. Whether it’s the Mary Poppins and Cinderella tunes from my childhood, or the cheesy 80s “lovesongs at night” from long car rides home while growing up, if I lost my memory of many songs, I’d be heartbroken.

  6. says

    Aww this makes me sad :( I hope you can find Junior a new “Eggy” that will hold together longer. And sorry about the malware! Can’t wait to read about how you got rid of it…hope this is something I won’t have to deal with in the future but it’s definitely something I need to know about!

  7. says

    One of my dogs is obsessed with this cow that he carries around EVERYWHERE! And I won’t lie and pretend like we didn’t buy him an identical replacement after the cow got a little destroyed because of all the “TLC” he got :)
    My “Eggy” is my bike these days and I recently had to face a potential broken heart when it went flying off the top of my car into a busy road!!! Thankfully with a little luck and an amazing bike mechanic, she is all back together again and better than ever!

  8. says

    I tried to give my “eggy” to my chihuahua but it’s a little to large for him. If you want mine I would be happy to send it to you. Let me know.

  9. says

    I got that message this morning, and i was quite pissed/upset! But it seems to be fixed now, I HOPE! eeeeeek.

    PS– do you have any posts on doing “screengrabs”?

  10. says

    Eggy would have not lasted that long with our puppy. He would have been “yolk” in minutes. My mom passed away from cancer when I was 13, and I wear a ring of hers on my right hand everyday. I don’t know what I would do if anything every happened to it.

  11. says

    I have had a stuffed dog that I was given when I was only 3. Getting rid of that one would break my heart. My dog has a bone that got lost somewhere that she still looks for. I keep hoping we can find it for her, it is her Eggy.

  12. says

    Awwww poor Junior and Eggy. What a sad story.

    I have a couple things:

    Two stuffed mice that were given to my mother when she was in labor with me. These stuffed mice will turn 30 with me this year, and they sit along with all of their friends in my bedroom.

    Another is a stuffed bunny I named “Hospital Bunny”. This is from my parents. When I was 19 I had a tonsillectomy which hemmorhaged and put me in the hospital, afraid for my life. It was my first and only overnight hospital stay, but my parents made sure I had a little friend to keep me happy.

    And finally, a necklace that my coach bought for me. It’s just a simple little charm on a silver chain that reads “Run.” I never take it off, I don’t know what I would do if it ever broke or fell of and got lost.

    My dog has an eggy – but his name is Mr. Octopus. The head of this toy was stuffed when I bought it for her, but she’s since removed all the stuffing. There are 8 pretty thick braided legs, she’s working on those now, I fear the day Mr. Octopus is completely destroyed, she loves him.

  13. says

    oh too cute. But poor eggy. My dog would have just looked at it and turned her nose up. She’s such a sass! Now pb in a cong is a whole other story!

  14. says

    I had a care bear for the longest time named Carrie. I went to sleep with it every night under my arm and when I was a little bigger I added a stuffed bunny named Lucky. I can’t even remember how old I was when I finally stopped. Awww, fun memory!

  15. says

    Jeez, I brought home 2 bones for my pup this weekend and they currently lie in pieces around the house. Torn to shreds by love.

    I’m one to talk, though, considering my personal “eggy” codename: flower blankey. She (because, as we all know, blankets tend to be gendered) is a threadbare blanket with giant holes and most of the filling gone. And yet, somehow, she’s the one constant in my sleeping arrangements over the past 22 years of life (received her at the tender age of two.) I have actually taken to, in this new(ish) era of paying for my own utilities, using her as a very very thin blanket when it’s hot and I just need some sort of cover.

    I can’t imagine a life without her, though I am good enough about not bringing her on trips (on the off-chance that she doesn’t make it back!)

  16. says

    My family were pack rats so I avoid holding onto too much stuff (also because I have to move it every 5 years).

    For me the two things are:

    1. My grandmother’s wedding ring set. I wear the bad with my set and the engagement ring is my my engagement ring box. Grandpa loved my grandma to death and worked extra jobs to buy her the set “she deserved.” She rarely took it off and now neither do I.

    2. My wedding quilt. I make quilts for most friends as wedding gifts but my friends aren’t into that and I never expected to get a quilt…I was going to make one. My best friend knew this and bought some fabric, made her mom teach her to use the sewing machine and sprung it on me on my wedding day. Not cool to make the bride cry but it was awesome and sits on my living room chair as a reminder she listened to me about how quilts were special gifts to treasure forever.

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