This teddy bear is my oldest possession and companion. Teddy is his name (I know, not very original), and my Grandma gave him to me when I was very young.
He’s a bit worse for the wear (aren’t we all after 40+ years?). For example, Teddy originally had a music box inside, but after it quit working, my Mom performed “open heart surgery”, removed the music box (and the wind-up key that stuck out his back), and sewed him back up. He still has a bare spot on his back, his “scar” from the operation.
I fully expect him to be there at the end someday. Good friends like that are hard to find, so you have to keep them close.