Grandad was my second bear, the first having been stolen off my pram when I was only a few months old. In my stories, all the little bears would gather round when us humans were in bed to listen to his stories of me as a child. Sometimes, they would have Pow Wows when things needed to be discussed.
When we got the boat, we had to rehome the majority of our Hug. There are a few bears I wished we’d kept now, but we didn’t have the room, and hopefully they all found good homes and have their own Pow Wows.
I’m going to reblog my post Splitting a Hug as I think it’s worth another look.