well, I loved a stuffed cat named him Rusty ... I had him forever, as far back as I can remember....He was there through all the tears, happy and sad, until 10 or so years ago when we moved into this house, where I've been for exactly 10 years now. I lost him in the move, I barely remember what he looks like. I cried so much for so long when I lost him, my grandmother gave me a "Raggedy Ann" type of bunny, all hand made, and sadly no tail. Her name is Rabby ...She was and still is beautiful, even through all the washings.. and still here against all odd of my younger (Anti-)sister (won't go into that) she ripped off both of her ears and one of her legs, but mum patched her up. I still have the jumpsuit and shirt she came in.