My favourite bear is too small to cuddle. He's older than me, but he's absolutely tiny, and i just feel like an idiot holding him when i go to bed at night. Which, unfortunately, means Custard (So named because of his colouring.) is generally forced to sit at the side of my bed while i hug Snuffles or Wilfy (A brown bear and rabbit respectively). I know they're only bundles of stuffing with eyes sewn on and he can't actually be offended by this, but it still makes me feel really guilty. I've always credited them with a vague sort of sentience, and still talk to them occasionally. (Though that's more because if i don't talk to them, i'll just be talking to myself.) When i do hug Custard he tends to slip around or fall out after a while.