When I was younger, I used to believe my stuffed animals had feelings. I'd switch off who got to sleep right next to me each night, and the others were still held by me. If I accidentally knocked one off the bed, I'd feel guilty for days. lol

Eventually, I grew out of that...thank goodness. It was a little odd now that I think back on it.

However, I do have one stuffed animal that means a lot to me. When Casey passed on to the Bridge, I went to Build-A-Bear and made a Westie stuffed animal that I named Casey. I even got to put in that little heart and made a pretty good wish on it, too. lol.

Other than that, I'm not too attached to any stuffed animals. I do sleep with that one every night though.