a few threads pulled

I remember when I used to

be the favorite.

The one that brought

comfort and support.

The one she would never let go.

She took me everywhere-

school, practices, birthday parties.

I saw it all.

I saw her different phases,

the ones that left after

two days,

and the ones that stuck

for two months.

But I always stuck.

I was always there,

the school days, the practices, the birthday parties.

That was until she found another one.

This time a plush dog with brown and white spots,

new and clean, no pulled strings,

but I thought she had always liked

cats, like me.

But I didn't have brown and white spots,

and I was old and dirty,

and I had pulled strings.

And I kept hoping it was just another phase

but I watched as she came home each day

with her new plush dog,

while I sat on her bed, behind some other forgotten friends.

And then I stopped seeing

the school days, the practices, the birthday parties.