Snoopy is my oldest, bestest friend.
I've known Snoopy since I was a baby and he's gone everywhere I have. A loyal and firm friend.
And I'm not talking about a black and white beagle with the sarcastic eyebrow thing.
This is my Snoopy.
My older sister had an orange coloured Snoopy and I got a brown one but by the time my younger sister came along, Snoopys were no longer for sale. My parents bought her a Popple instead I think which later got mauled by our dog Sam...
Anyway, he's a bit bald in patches, his ear has been sewn back on too many times to remember and he's starting to get cataracts but if Snoopy is anything, he's a survivor. As I've grown, I've gotten more and more harsh when it comes to keeping sentimental items from my childhood and most have been discarded along the way. Snoopy however has nothing to fear.
He'll be with me forever.