My childhood panda. Her name is Sarah, although for a brief period she became Simon, I'm not sure why. Her eyes are scratched, her mouth is gone & she leaves a train of stuffing in her wake, but man do I love this toy. Just holding her tight & breathing in her (now) dusty smell is comforting, even today as an adult. Neither of my kids have a special soft toy & it makes me a little sad. I guess I have this romantic notion of them dragging some raggedy teddy around, just like I did. Perhaphs there is only room in this house for one special teddy.