My owner is pretty nice; she brings me with her each time she is in hospital. Some say she is too old to have a mascot as comfort, but she tells me that there is not any better friend to bring than me.

Because I am so small not many know I am with her either, so usually she keeps me in her pocket so that others do not spot me that easy. Sometimes it is very boring to be hiding in a pocket, so that is when I bring out my imaginary friend, Ruth.

Ruth and I have lots of fun together, especially when my owner is flying down to the hospital in south of Sweden. We pretend we are flying the plane ourselves. My owner is scared of flying, so we try to calm her down by telling her stories about how seldom accidents happens.

It takes three hours to fly down to Göteborg, where the hospital is. Ruth and I would like the flight to be even longer, but my owner looks at me with such evil eyes when I tell her that. She wants the flight to be over even before she steps in the plane.