So long old friend. You’ve been sat on, spat on and spilt on. Peed on and puked on. Napped on and passed out on. Jumped on and boinked on. Cried on.
You’ve moved six times. You’ve been dropped out of a truck. You’ve been taken apart and re-dressed. Your cushions have hidden countless doodads and once edible items: coins, cheerios, Legos, popcorn, hairbands, blueberries, seashells, dog bones, pencils and pacifiers.
Now you are tired. Worn and worn out. There is no point in giving you away because we have used you to the point of no return. You were a fine piece of furniture. Thank you for your service.
