poor teddy

So I think everyone agrees that today was an altogether slushy mushy gloomy day. I came home with my socks and boots soaked thoroughly through from all those failed attempts to leap over those 2 feet wide puddles at street intersections. (You know... those puddles by the curb that cars love to drive through just to make pedestrians miserable)
But I saw one that was in an even worse situation than me. I was walking by OCAD toward Chinatown, and as I crossed the street, I saw a little teddy bear in the slush. A poor white teddy bear with red and green decorations in the path of all the traffic - obviously feeling the post-Christmas blues.
I wanted to pick it up and clean it off, but walked on because it was cold and cars were waiting for me to cross in order for them to turn. Isn't it sad how things like that are left there? Sometimes buying a new one would be easier than going back to search for where you dropped it and then having to wash it and clean it and maybe try to unflatten it.
I don't like it but I still am an active member of the materialistic and disposable culture. Seems futile to go against it sometimes. Maybe I'll go see if the teddy bear is still there tomorrow...