Originally Posted by
kalady
I was so startled when I saw this quilt as it is almost identical to one my son had . My MIL made it by hand for him as a baby/little boy. He loved it SO much that I repaired it many times and finally it started to disintegrate. I took a picture of it for the scrapbook.
I encased it in new fabric, but it just wasn't the same. He was so sad, I asked him if he wanted to give it to a doggy who was cold and needed it. We went to an animal shelter and he picked out who would receive it, and everyone was happy.
What a wonderful way to handle a child’s sadness. I still have the quilt my grandma made me 30 years later. It’s a carefully folded (to hide all the stains) display.