When I was 9, my Dad went on a business trip to Canada. He brought me back a brown teddy bear with green glass eyes, a little red mouth, and who was the perfect size for snuggling. I called him Benny, and after all these years(I will not reveal the actual number), he is still with me. He's a bit worn and ragged after all of the hugs and tears that he has been subject to, but he's mine and I would be devastated if I lost him.

I saw this and started to cry, I had to share it with you..