I have a lot of stuffed animals that I've kept. Most are still at my parents' house, but some moved out with me. Only one got destroyed by their dog, because they decided that they could give it to the dog without asking me first.
Apart from my younger brother, my soft toys were my best friends when I was growing up. Even though I don't use them any more (except for one that stays on/beside the bed), it hurts to think of giving them away or throwing them out (or letting them get chewed apart). So instead I just have to deal with the bi-annual "when are you throwing out your toys?" or "we're going to throw out your toys" discussion.