I've still got my Pound Puppy. He's very old. His nose has fallen off more than once and been reattached. His eyes are scratched up, missing paint in a few places. He has surgical stitches from having been carefully opened, having stuffing replaced, and then gently sewn back up more than once. Pretty much all his fur is rubbed off except in a few places - like the inside of his tail is curled up, so there's still fur inside the curl, and his ears flop over, so inside his ears there is still some fur. He's limp and fragile where his limbs attach, so I always move him carefully because I'm afraid one day he might rip.
In other words - he is the very definition of Real out of The Velveteen Rabbit.
When Auggie was a puppy he went in my room and then came walking out with my Pound Puppy in his mouth, and my sister saw him, and was like "OMG. YOU. DROP THAT RIGHT NOW. YOU WILL END UP DEAD IF YOU DON'T." I don't know how he ended up on the floor - I think I was washing my sheets so he was on my floor with the pillows. But he probably smelled VERY heavily of me because he gets to sit on a pillow on my bed all the time. <3 Come to think of it, maybe Auggie wanted to kill him because my Pound Puppy gets to sleep in my bed and he doesn't...
I know it's just a "thing" but my Pound Puppy is the one thing that I would really, truly be devastated if I ever lost in a fire or something. He's the reason I cry watching Toy Story, LOL.