A pink bear. And a stuffed animal cat named Laddie. ('Lad-d')
The bear I don't even KNOW how long I've had that for, but hell, I'm staring at it right now. I cuddle it to this day because it is comforting. As for Laddie...
I was so attached to it that my parents hid it in the attic somewhere. Damn them. I want Laddie.
I was given Laddie when I was three or four for my birthday. I was PISSED because we had just moved and I had liked the old house, so my parents went and got me a plushy of a cat. Within opening the box and pulling it out, I named it Laddie, then proceeded to puke ALL OVER the place because I had eaten too much cake.