When I was in college one of my friends gave me reasons why a teddy bear is better than a man. I don't recall many of the reasons, but it was incredibly cute and fairly accurate. He doesn't take all my blankets at night, he doesn't mind salt water on his fur, he is very cuddly, and his many wonderful attributes could go on. As a friend, though, he is pretty awesome, too.
Snugglebear doesn't mind what I look like, he listens to me and looks wise, he is always around, and he does not mind sitting on a shelf when I am in Oregon. He is near my head and I can grab him whenever I am able.
He is my friend. He actually does belong to me. I do not cling to ties of things or people much (OK, Alaska I don't cling to--I'm tied to Alaska with a mixture of duct tape and binding twine and that wrap used in factories to hold stuff on pallets!), but I think I'd be rather upset if I lost Snugglebear. No. Thinking about it, I'd be pretty sad, but it would eventually be ok. However, I am glad he belongs to me at this moment in time. I hate being alone, it is a comfort to have a bear as a friend.
A.A. Milne says over and over how wonderful the friendship of a bear is. I'd share some quotes, but I don't think there is enough room!!!