Death to Squishy

My friend gave me one of those squishy pillows for Christmas during my freshman year of college, and it has been on my bed ever since. I studied on that pillow, slept on it, drooled on it, took it on vacations with me. That is, until last week. I began noticing tiny beads in my bed. At first I thought it was just balled up cat hair, but soon the sheer number told me that they weren't the follicles of my feline friend. Upon closer examination, I found the culprit. A small hole at one end of the pillow, no doubt the work of that same feline whose fur initially threw me off the track of the tiny beads.

It is with sadness that I've removed the squishy pillow from my bed. I miss it dearly.