I have neglected my bear very badly, over the years.
I say this with sincere shame. I should have paid more attention to the deplorable, dilapidated state she was moving into. Falling prey, myself, to roughly equivalent levels of decay, is no excuse for inaction.
She has been with me longer than anyone else in the Still Living Universe, and there is precious little about me that she doesn't know.
Not that Bear would ever, ever tell. Not even if you threatened to rip off the other arm.
Teddies are good like that.