I will have to say my little buchie, he was a little squeaky plastic teddy bear. My father gave it to me when I was little in the hospital the first time I was in a croup tent. I loved him so much even down to the fresh plastic smell that came with him. Then I lost him but the next time I was in the hospital he got me another one buchie the 2nd lol. By then I kinda out grew him and didnt need the comfort of a item to help me through being sick.