Who is your oldest plushy?

[Lif]

I'm so happy I read your story Swan. I'm teary eyed now but somehow this story made me a bit more cheerfull today. Which I could use right about now.

My oldest stuffed animal is a monkey. My mom got him when I wasn't even born yet. And it waited patiently for me to arrive in a corner of my crib. And to this day it has never left my bed side. Its felt with cloth and has hay in its head for stuffing. Which has let me to almost lose him when I needed him the most. I was still a little girl and had a bad case of the flue. He as always, kept me company. But in an instant my stomage told me it no longer wanted to contain my breakfast... And I was to late getting Aapie out of the way... Mom didn't think he would make it out of the washingmachine in one piece... But we needed to try anyway because I was not ready for him to leave my side. He did make it but he was torn and battered heavely. His felted hands and face were torn and all. My mom patched him up as good as could. And I promised him I would be carefull with him from now on cause this whole episode gave me quit the scare.

And heres Aapie today:
Aapie by lifspics, on Flickr

[snake]

It would have to be my pet monster,I've had him for 27 years this Christmas of 2014.

[quidam]

My oldest is Teddy-be my teddy bear. He's actually slightly older than me. An aunt gave him to my parents not too long before I was born. According to photos of him sitting in my crib, he was originally a bright lemony yellow and quite fluffy.
Nowadays he is flat on one side and missing most of his fur. Apparently I loved picking off his fur and eating it when I was little. He's had more surgeries than I can count, but has all of his original parts. Oddly enough, over time he has developed a small crease under his nose that looks like a tiny smile, so I assume he is happy despite his appearance. Currently he sits on my nightstand.

Swan:
My second oldest I rescued from a second hand store when I was 3 and named after my pre-school crush: Jeff. He's a little bean filled leopard cub. He was beat up when I fist got him, but I'll never get rid of him. perhaps your beloved Poodle is also sitting on someone's shelf still being loved by someone as my little Jeff is.

[Lovelyfashiondoll180]

Warning this story can give you a 30% chance of being teary eyed!


Around 2013 (or 12 i cant remember) i had a asthema attack when i was 6 or 7, While i was hospitalized my aunt bought me this https://www.amazon.com/GUND-Boo-Stuffed-Animal-Plush/dp/B006U4SHMS/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1528836886&sr=8-4&keywords=boo+gund after i got released from the hospital i took him everywhere from going to the store or parties and only called him "boo", Then sadly in the same year at disneyland i dropped him in the main park i cried myself to sleep cause my mom wouldn't let me go back to get him, Then the next day i went into the same spot and..... .......... HE WAS IN THE EXACT SAME SPOT then that day was the happiest day in my life, Though the boo now has wear and tear (he doesnt have his eye and nose anymore due to my freaking dog) i still love him like i did