Ted

He's almost as old as me, which is why he looks somewhat the worse for wear. He can't growl anymore and he's quite bald in places. I think he may have been nibbled by moths.

But he was brought to me when I was a wee toddler, in bed with a virus that had turned into pneumonia. Old Dr Wilson had been giving me penicillin injections in my tiny (then!) bum via a needle that he appeared to have borrowed from a horse vet. I thought my parents were hateful for abetting Dr W and I screamed and wailed and clung on to Ted. He's stayed with me ever since.

(I don't know if bears are permissible in Bliptogether, but I'll tag him anyway!)