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This is Bud. He was the first thing I got when I was born. Mom bought him sometime while she was pregnant and I got him at the hospital. There are pictures of me & him when I am first born, but I cant find them. He was actually the same size as me back then.

Anyways, Bud never left my side all throughout growing up. My first word was Bud. Literally. If I didn't have him I would flip out. We slept together, took baths together, I brought him to school in the beginning, but my mom was scared I'd lose him or something would happen to him. I lost him once, and my dad tried to replace him. That obviously didn't work out, and our family friends found him after a year. My dad was like "HOW DID YOU NOT CALL US A YEAR AGO AND TELL US THIS?!"

I love this little guy and I'll still bring him out sometimes when I get sad. I stopped sleeping with him when my boyfriend started sleeping over because he said he's gross. I still to this day thing Bud is as cute as hell. And I would die if something happened to him!