Pandy is just about my age. This little bear was my childhood protector and companion, who for some reason was left behind when I moved out of my parents' house. Forty years later, I was sorting through boxes of junk in my mom's house, and was thrilled to find Pandy mixed up with a bunch of old papers and tchotchkes. I tried to clean the once-white fur, but the discoloration seems permanent. Well, we all show a little wear and tear with time. Now my panda pal watches over me once again.
