Meet the people giving new life to your favourite cuddly toy
His — yes his, Judy is a boy — throat had been slashed, buttons had been removed from those stretchy, light blue dungarees he loves to wear, and a soft, white fabric oozed from a gaping wound in his right leg. Over the years, Judy has been flung into hedges, had his eyeballs chewed on, and undergone several attempted amputations. In the past, my mother gave Judy post-traumatic succour, but this time was different. Judy needed something more, someone who could give him a new lease of life.
By the time the ambulance arrived, it wasn’t looking good. Emotionally, I was in a heap. Fionn, my 18-month-old, looked at me as if to say ‘hold it together Dad’. He was the real hero. When it looked like Judy had stopped breathing, Fionn had the wherewithal to pick him up, whack him against the door, and drop him on his head. That seemed to revive him.
