At first you didn’t have a name

When you arrived to me

With your tan fluffy fur

Donning a brown ribbon

Speckled with white spots

That was ruined with a rip

And had to be surgically removed

With scissors.

“I’ll call him my feel better bear”

I said to my mom

As I snuggled against your fur

Held you tight against my chest

And hoped you’d make my illness go away.

It was amazing

Because you healed me

And that day onward

You were always by my side.

It wasn’t until I was playing

With a friend in the past but foe in the future

When we decided to name you

“How about Honey?”

She suggested

“He is a bear after all.”

And that was what your name became

Because even though you couldn’t talk

I knew you were as sweet as honey

And what better remedy than that?

After all, you were my feel-better bear.