Rabbit was the first toy I bought for my daughter - she was given it to her when she was anaethatised for her first hip surgery and it was given to her afterwards. She never let go of it for weeks afterwards and even though over the years I re-covered Rabbit numerous times, He was always with her from her first GA for her terrible hip surgeries and for years afterwards.. Dootie? Dootie was the name my son gave to his cot quilt which he kept, folded up when he grew out of a cot into a bed. And Dootie was what he asked for when he had the terrible fall 45' through the Synagogue roof. This morning Amit helped get down some boxes and an old case full old photographs. No Rabbit but Dootie as new as it was when my son was born. The box of photographs? Family ones that nobody but I know now who they are. Photographs of my paternal and maternal grandfathers before and then in the British uniform during WW1. Pictures of my parents as babies and then at school. Pictures of me and my twin and again she will not know which one is which but I do and nobody will know who the family pictures are who. Pictures of my children - but they would not want them even if I knew where to send them. Many others but delight of delight, all the photographs of my Griffons and my puppies. Nobody will want those but Amit wants my family photographs. I do not know why but... Photographs of all my Griffons and puppies? Oh they were so perfect but they will no doubt go lost in times. And nobody will ever know who they were. Maybe I should have thrown away/destroyed those photographs. Maybe I still well.