Mark: start avoiding this thread as of now! It begins!
Our fluffy friends... let me tell you right at the beginning that I am a middle aged woman, maybe even growing into "elderly" for some (depending on your viewpoint), and mother of two who also are growing older (you'd think they'd grow out of the stuffed animal age pretty soon).
However, in my life as a kid as well as in my life as a mother, these little friends have always had their right of being, they can "speak", have a personality, name (of course!) and all. So they do play a big part in our family.
Which is why I shall start my "swamping the theme section" with this one, which - despite its many "people" in it - only shows you PART of our "friends" - taken at the (ok, declare me mad now!) birthday party of one of them (!!!):
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Now that I've finally outed myself as not only old, but also crazy, may I continue?
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Mia, the cat, and Nick
OK, let me present you to Nick, who is stuffed, and Mia, who is our cat (unstuffed).
Nick is
my dog. He does not belong to my children.
And Nick has only joined our family some three years ago.
Actually, Nick is a "foundling". I found him lying next to the bottle bank at the railway station and I felt pity. I thought "How can anybody throw this wonderful big dog away". So I lifted him up and found out that his head was almost entirely ripped off. The helper in me came to the surface and I brought Nick home (at the time still nameless), dried him (he had lain in the snow), then carefully washed him, and sewed his head back on - hence the red scarf to disguise the worst scars!

It was before his head came back on that my daughter decided that "The Almost Headless Nick" were the ONLY name for this dog ever! That's how he came to be with us and how he came to be called what he is called.
A much, much, MUCH older member of the family is HERE:
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He was given to my sister for Christmas in 1959, when she was a little over one and a half, and I was only just born (three days before). So you can just figure out his (and my) age...! :shock:
But this one, not a stuffed animal, but still going with the theme, is even older:
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For this is "Klaus".
And Klaus was my mother's doll.
She got him when she turned six. That was in 1930!
Klaus is a bit of a rarity these days.
He's no longer being played with.
(To be continued)