When we’re little, our stuffed animals are everything to us. The toy factories assembled their bodies with fabric, stuffing, and the fixtures that make their faces, but we gave them the character and soul that made them our first best friends, so losing them would shatter our tiny hearts to pieces.
When I was 2, I left Doggy in a bathroom stall in the supermarket and didn’t get over it until I was 9, no matter how many other stuffed dogs I got. u/TheUltimateNix’s parents were smart enough to get a decoy just in case the Redditor’s original elephant went missing. We’d call this a parenting win.