Ignore my first comment. Blackie is a 1998 Beanie Baby Cat I got when I was three. Every year on her birthday we have a mini party and she has been as far away as Oklahoma and Texas. Her soft black fur is now knotted from being washed so much. Her whit mouth, ears, and paws are pretty dirty (I should clean those) I cut off her whiskers to be comfy because they hurt to sleep against, not to mention all my other plushies, new and old! Blackie is with me right now, too ^-^
I'm 19, I have a plush of Patch from 101 Dalmatians that I got when I was two. My aunt took me to Toys-R-Us that year for my birthday and told me to pick out any toy I wanted. We left with patch the plush who I named "Puddles", I thought his spots were shaped like puddles so yea. I've had him ever since, I still sleep with him. Poor old puddles. The paint on his eyes is completely gone, he's been ripped then resewn in a bunch of places. He used to wear a red, sewn on collar, with a plastic dog tag you could write his name on, I cut it off as a child because I'd wake up with an imprint of that bone on my cheek. He used to be white as a piece of paper too, but now he's a little dingy and dull. But you know what? Despite his 16 years of being with me, he's just as soft, cuddly, and huggable as he was when I was a child. I love my Puddles.