This little thread-bare fellow is Rupert.

I've had him from the day I was born.
A present from my father to welcome me in to the world.

He lay on my bed keeping a watchful eye*, and went on every holiday until I was about twelve or thirteen.

My father died three years ago today, so seeing Rupert (who by the way was a girl in my mind, so I don't exactly know how that worked...) while packing for my hols, suggested a fitting blip. 
I'm not packing him this time though, he can stay behind as I'd hate to lose him too.

*This poor bear went through some savage surgery over the years esp restoring his glass eye! So he looks a lot sterner these days than he used to ;)