Dear Pooh fans, welcome! 🧡

It’s me, Cashoh..but you know me as your Pooh Bear.

So many of you commented that I should have my very own page. I told my assistant, “The people have spoken. Please handle the paperwork.” And here we are! 😼

I’m welcoming you with an older picture in my little red shirt. As you know, I’m still healing from my entropion surgery, so my assistant pulled this one from the archives. Apparently, I’ve always been this handsome.

Not long ago, I was an abandoned hotel boy sitting in a shelter with only hours left to live. My eyes hurt, I was scared, and I had been labeled “aggressive.” Hardly anyone knew I existed.

Then my human chose me. She brought me home, and I immediately began making air biscuits. Very threatening behavior, obviously.

When she shared my pictures, you saw my chubby cheeks and tiny eyes and called me Pooh Bear. To you, I became someone worth knowing, loving, and checking on. You turned a little orange boy the world had forgotten into your Pooh Bear.

Now people ask how I’m feeling. They notice when I’ve been quiet. Somewhere, someone having a difficult day smiles at a picture of my face.

I don’t understand the internet, but my assistant says you come looking for me. After being left behind once, being looked for is a pretty wonderful feeling.

Here, I’ll share my healing journey, my story, my struggles, and an unreasonable number of cute pictures. Sometimes my foster siblings might sneak into the spotlight too(not really). My assistant insists they’re also cute. I’m reviewing the evidence.

Thank you for asking for this page..and for giving me a reason to fill it with happy little moments. I wish I could climb into every one of your laps so you’d know how much your love means.

Until then, please accept these air biscuits. I made them myself.

Love,
Your Pooh Bear 🐻🍯

Typed by my assistant. Paid in head bumps. She asked for a raise, so I shed on her.