I have many, many stuffed toys. Rattles, my favourite (but don't tell the others) has been with me since the day I was born. Bought for me by my great grandma. He used to rattle, hence the name, but has been through the washing machine so much now that he no longer does.
My boyfriend has a similar stuffed toy - a little dog eared doggy called Woof. He sits on our bedside table, next to Rattles.