Before I was born, my parents were given a stuffed koala bear at my baby shower. That became my first stuffed animal and I eventually named him "Koala" (very original, I know). My earliest memories include Koala and he went everywhere with me. As a lonely only, Koala was my inseparable buddy. Where I went, he had to go too. I would even take him on family vacations and there was one unfortunate year where he got left at my grandparent's house 500 miles away. I remember being completely distraught until he made it home in the mail.
Since Koala was so important to me, he is the only stuffed animal for my childhood that survived staying on my bed well into adulthood. When Luke and I got married, he ended up relocating to our guest bed but he was still out. And then we brought home Miss B. Despite her sweetness and adorability, that little girl loved some buttons and high heels in her puppyhood (and sometimes now too). Well one day while left unsupervised she snuck into the guest room and had her way with Koala's nose.