Only reason I don’t sleep with my equivalent is that I’ve already had to fix it five times.

The blanket that was my childhood blanket is so fragile it’s not even possible to mend it.

But the pillow my grandmother made for me, that sucker was made of polyester scraps. Which, for all that’s bad about polyester, the stuff lasts. So, over forty years later, I’ve replaced the filling three times, and resewn it fully twice, plus one partial resew. I tend to replace the filling any time I do a major repair, but there’s been three times I needed to specifically refill it.

Back when she made it, it was filled with that loose polyfill stuff. I’ve swapped between cotton, polyfill, shredded foam, and shredded memory foam.

I don’t sleep with it any more, like I said. But it’s right here beside me.

I had even specified being buried with it, but swapped to wanting cremation, and that’s not going to work with the pillow.