When I was about 9 years old, I came home from school and decided to look for a stuffed raccoon that I had and loved, but hadn’t played with in a while. I couldn’t find it. I asked my mother, and she told me that it was ripped so she threw it away. I was devastated. My daughters know that, if one of their stuffed animals has a rip, I can – and WILL – sew it. My younger daughter’s favorite big yellow dog (as big as her) has had at least 3 “surgeries” that I can recall.