Deep in my past, my father left me and my mother a car. In the back seat, there were many plushies, they were all quite wonderful, but this one stood out to me. Now I didn't know that despite being the same species, the names were specific to gender, cow being female and bull being male. So I called him Mr. Cow. My mother teased me about it a few times.
We've shared plenty of memories together. One time I got him dirty and tried to clean him using bleach. Needless to say, he lost some of his color.
At one point, his left leg became detached. I saved his leg in a little cube when I was at my aunt's. Unfortunately I forgot about it and left it behind. My aunt warned me that if I left anything behind, it would be thrown away. So finding out that I forgot about it really saddened me... But things got better.
Eventually, I gave him a first name, that being Citrus, he is now Citrus Cow.
I lost his leg, but don't worry, I won't lose the rest of him.