Humphrey is more than a friend to him though. He was Gryff’s companion, compadre, his bestie.
We decided to see what it would be like if Humphrey and Gryff were reunited after months of separation.
I started to cry. Well, almost. OK, I was tearing up and didn’t want REB to see, so I hid it.
if you observe on the left, Gryff used to be the size of Humphrey. He couldn’t even pick him up. All he could really do was gnaw on his tail with his puppy teeth. On the right, is today. Over a year later.
sniff sniff…as he’s all…sniff…grown up…sob..
Humphrey has seen some better days. To be real honest, I think he was used more as a teething toy than a companion.
I don’t want to get rid of the hippo. Like Mr. Bear to me, I want Gryff to always have the first toy he ever had. This toy used to spend many nights with him in his crate, helping him through his first night away from his birth mommy -tear-, helping him cope with spending a few hours alone each day while REB and I were at work, and helping him teeth comfortably. He’s an important part of his life!
Who am I kidding? He’s part our of lives too. Call that lame, but whatever.
Together, these two can conquer the world! …or the living room at least.