Pearl was knit with gentle hands and quiet care — her stitches small, her heart full. With her soft grey fur and thoughtful eyes, she’s the kind of raccoon who sees everything… and never rushes anything.
She once lived in a rocking chair by the window, watching seasons shift and the kettle steam. She didn’t say much — just sat close, listened well, and held space for every little feeling that needed somewhere to go.
Pearl isn’t flashy or wild. She’s steady. She’s soothing. She’s soft in the places the world sometimes feels hard.
And now she’s ready — not to fix things, but to sit beside you in the quiet and remind you: you’re never alone.
