I have this green ceramic dog shaped cookie jar that we have had since I was a little kid. I can still smell the sweet aroma of the homemade peanut butter cookies my mother used to fill it with. I've not put another cookie in him since she passed a few years ago. When I moved to Cali I refused to pack him away (for fear of him getting broken) .. we drove almost 3,000 miles with him sitting right on the floor next to my feet so I could keep an eye on him.

He now sits on a counter in my kitchen .. keeping watch so to speak. He was the one thing I insisted on keeping when I had to clean out my mom's apartment .. isnt it strange the things you value? There were so many other much more monetarily valuable items I could have held on to, but it hurt too much. But I knew there was no way I could let him go.

Dont know if I'll ever bring myself to fill him up with cookies again, but I sure do love the memories he brings back.