I have a blanket. A friend of my mother's who had a sewing business made it for me when I was about 16. The one I'd had for the previous 16 years wore out. I also have a stuffed dog that I've slept with since I was 8. His name is "New Dog."
You sound like my wife with her bunny blanket.
Wow, I'm jealous that you got a "New Dog." All I ever had was "Old Dog."
That was always his name, for some reason. I think I gave him up around age 2 or so, not sure. He was just like the story of the Velveteen Rabbit - all the fuzz was rubbed off of his head, one button eye was gone, as well as one jointed leg. He was thrown into a very large toy box in one of our family moves and I found him when I was 16! Incredible.
But, being a sullen teenager, I just threw him back in there and never saw him again. I definitely never got a "New Dog," however.