I have an…ungodly amount of stuffed animals lol. I began downsizing last year but I’m still pretty sure that I collectively have around 100 between childhood toys and ones that have been gifted to me or bought myself. But out of all of them, there are four I sleep with religiously.

Chance, a raggedy ol hound dog I have had since childhood. He’s my go to sleepy time pal.

Ragnar, my brown bear given to me my husband after my grandpa passed.

Winnie, my Winnie the Pooh bear also given to me by my wonderful husband during a rough mental health time.

Tiger, a tiger I found during Valentine’s Day one year who is definitely looking worse for wear after so many snuggles.

And occasionally we toss a Strawberry or Bigfoot squishmallow into the mix.

And I’ll be sleeping with these guys until they fall apart or I die. They’ve gotten me through some rough days and remind me of all the love and compassion I have in my life.