but i used to call him gooky for some reason

I tried to feed him real food, and then some kind of fungus grew in his mouth. Then he disappeared :(

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This little killer whale that I've had since I was 4. He was named after a real killer whale that I saw at Sea World.

Little Ted and Little Bear. I had such an imagination. In fact, years later, I was given a third one and called him Little Ted II. Hmmm.

Little Bear's head is detached from his body and Little Ted's in such a bad way I think I should encase him in a glass box.

Both of them are exactly the same age as me, being bought the day I was born. How wicked.

called Apple.

Apple the owl.

I kept a few for sentimental reasons but they are all still at my parents house in bin bags.

I had a few favs:

sharky (the shark)
rabbit (the rabbit)
clowny (the clown)
lamby (the lamb)

I was so imaginative.

called Monkeyon.
I always had loads of monkeys, rather than bears for some reason.

The first was a basically a teddy dressed up as Rupert which I carried everywhere. I think he was replaced twice due to falling apart. Other-One-Teddy wore a blue waistcoat and a bowtie. He was never a cool as Rupert.

which is now neatly folded in my underwear draw.

I got him the day I was born. I used to call him Bubbo because I couldn't say Hippo. He looks like road kill now, but I still love him.

called 'blue bear' and an owl called 'Owly Growly'. I still have them both much to my wife's disgust.

Bear-Mother in Icelandic

out of 10 how feral does this reply sound?

He has been sat up on a shelf for about ten years poor thing.

and a panda that could turn inside out to become a globe. Educational and interactive.

the hedgehog soft toy and its fucking ace...still have it actually

then the dog disembowelled him. :(

I've had him since I was born, and can probably count all my nights away from him on one hand. I take him most places, he's twenty billion times more important to me than any non-living being ever. And he practically is one anyway.

He's getting sick though, really bad. I keep trying to get him stitched up, but then it gets bad elsewhere. My sister's is just a rag now. I don't know what I could do if that ever happened to Puffy. But it won't. I just have to keep stitching. And possibly patching.

He's the one on the left:

http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk219/dekuyper09/IMG_2455.jpg

i remembered the other evening, I WANT IT BACK, DAMNIT.

he is called nicholas, i tried to steal him when i was in my pushchair, my mum realised i had taken him just as after we left the shop, she took us back and tried to give it back but i wouldn't give it up so she bought him, he's been my bestest friend ever since.

i told my step-dad he was ill once and he thought it would be funny to say ''lets take him to the doctors', throw him on the floor and stamp on him. i was HYSTERICAL. seriously misjudged, poor sean.

He is now in the loft back home. I think I'll get him down when I go back. And cry with delight.

little st bernards dog called Fluffy.

he was never fluffy.

that i named Sir Theodore Fuzzington V ("Ted" to his pals - i.e. me).

we had many an adventure together, because he'd made a name for himself in the teddy world as a great explorer or uncharted territories. although, he had retired by the time he came to live with me, so i had to act as the youthful ward to his elderly form. he used to grumble that "this old fluff isn't what it once was".

He came with me on my first day at school. I think I refused to go without him.

Still have him somewhere...

Bourbon Cream - my brown teddy bear and Archibald Cuthbert Custard Head - my custard coloured aardvark.

I hada hand puppet mole though called moldy warp. Why? I have no idea...

a Jersey cow called 'Jersen'

both quite self explanatory.

he was an owl. He was great.

Then there were two teddies shared with my sister. Humphrey whose filling kept coming out of his foot and Duncan whose nose kept falling off.

called Scruffy.

He has a tartan bow, has gone from being quite cuddly to a bit matted and floppy, it's hard to find his eyes and he still shares my bed.

He's basically pretty awesome except that he gets quite jealous when the boy stays and he ends up getting accidentally knocked out of bed or hidden under a pillow.

My ex-girlfriend still has custody of him.

He's still in my room at home. He has trainers on [well, they look like trainers] and a denim jacket.

Possibly the coolest bear ever? Hehe.

He's all squashed and shapeless and has a squint now but at one time he was the most refined, noble, well-presented teddy in the land.

My big sis bought it for me when I was born and she hunted high and low to find one that was made in England. Fred Ted has a union jack embroidered in silver on him bum and is, by all accounts, a very British bear.

He was blue and big and my best friend. I'm not sure what happened to him, but I used to take such good care of him. I miss Harry :(

caught fire in front of my very eyes. i try not to talk about it. cuts me deep still

he was called charlie....I had a yogi bear

my main one was Simba who's been here since 1994.

More recently, i have grown REALLY attached to pj tips wee chimps. it's on bebo and everything.