Like so many kids, I had a lovey, a Pooh Bear. He used to have the red shirt and used to be yellow, but after over 30 years he's looking a little worn.
I never really outgrew having a lovey - I didn't take him to college because I didn't want to lose him, but after that I still slept with him when I was feeling down or sick.
The only reason I really stopped sleeping with him because my husband got sick of rolling on him and sleeping on him in the middle of the night.
Once Emily was old enough to be trusted with him (aka not pull off his head which is not on very well anymore), he became a lovey to her. Though there are sometimes that I steal him back to still be my lovey.