I’d type my response, but Qadgop already has. Duplicate his for my reply.
There is a Lawrence Block short story based on this theme (not sure if it’s in “Some Days You Get The Bear”).
I had some kind of stuffed animal as a child which may have been a bear. Either that or an Archaeopteryx. It survived in a raggedy state down in the basement until I was 8 or so and then vanished, which may explain certain adult issues. :(
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Mine “disappeared” while I was at college. 
Thanks, Mom and/or Dad.
A therapist told me that compulsive overeating has been correlated with not having had a transitional object. I don’t know if I had one in particular, but I did suck my thumb at night till I was 12.
I lost mine. If I knew where it was, I’d keep it. Wouldn’t sleep with it though.
Meant to include, BTW, that mine is a Dumbo from Disneyland.
And do you still sleep with your thumb? 
One day I just decided I had no use for it.
Lucky for me I have the metabolism of a hummingbird, I guess. 
I kept my Dumbo. He’s still around. I hope you kept your thumbs. They come in handy.
Male, age 34.
As a kid, I had two stuffed cats named Purry and Dave. This is what happens when you let a 4-year-old name his stuffed cats. They are currently sitting on my dresser. I have not slept with them in decades, but I intend to keep them and give them to my own children. I also had a half dozen other stuffed animals, but I have no idea what happened to them.
I only ever sucked my left one. It’s in an honored place on a shelf in the guest bedroom.
In cleaning out their attic recently my parents unearthed the two stuffed toys I had from babyhood and which I slept with up until I was about 10, and have sent them to me. They do have great sentimental value and it’s nice to have them, but I suspect if I were inclined to sleep with them they’d probably disintegrate. They are - how shall I put it - in a “well-loved” condition.
My favorite stuffed rabbit from when I was a wee tyke stayed safely in my parent’s attic for 20 years until my daughter was born. He now sleeps in a hammock in the corner of her room. I’m quite fond of him, but I would never consider sleeping with him.
Mr Boods still has his childhood teddy, Harry Harry, which lives on the dresser in the bedroom.
I have just about all of my childhood animals; many of them are all over and in the bed on my side, so in a way he does sleep with an estimated arkload of them. Myself don’t give a toss who knows that I still have my animals or that they share bedspace with me. Usually one of the smaller ones travels with me, too.
Great names. When I and my siblings were kids we named our two new kittens Fluffy and Furry. Imaginative names, those.
My early 30’s sons’ favorite childhood stuffed toys still exist, in our house not theirs. I guess they might claim them back as memento’s when we die or downsize, or maybe for their kids. I would perhaps have kept stuffed toys of mine if they’d still existed by the time we had to clear out my parent’s house, but they were long gone.
My boyfriend still has his Pooh Bear he had as a baby, and his Smokie he got when he was five.
But he doesn’t sleep with either one of them; for that, he has Bennie.
(Bennie’s a St. Bernard I bought @ Community Thrift).
I’ve got a little bear who sleeps with us sometimes named Puzzy Foot-Foot Bearovitch.
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So, here, we have Zero % of adult men still sleep with their childhood cuddly, but a good number still own it.