I just wanted to write something, this is not linked to the prompt.

3 years. 3 years I had been stuck on the shelf gathering dust. My golden fur was now a damp brown and my once blue ribbon was now grey. I had seen people come and go taking my friends with them and one by one they all left me. Every now and again a flicker of hope would rise up in me as a little girl or little boy would run over to my shelf arms outstretched ready to take me home. Except it wasn’t me. It was never me. There was always some other thing that was better. Eventually everyone forgot about me. That one grey bear sitting at the back of the shop on the wobbly shelf gathering dust. Everyone except Marie. She would bound up to me day after day after day beaming and telling telling me all kinds of things. She called me Pod. I wasn’t quite sure what that meant at the time and I still don’t know now. But I loved her and she loved me. We were like brother and sister. Pod and Marie. And every time she came that flicker of hope grew to a flame. But day after day after day Marie’s mother would shake her head and I would be put back on the wobbly shelf. That was until one incredible day. Marie comes bouncing up to me squealing and crying. I thought something was wrong. But they were tears of joy. Because that was the day Marie held me close and never let go. My damp brown fur was now golden and my grey ribbon was replaced with a bright blue one. I had a family. Gone was the wobbly, dusty shelf and here was Marie. And I promised myself I would hold her right and never let go. And I keep my promises.