When I was a child, I had a stuffed dog named Lulu. The name still cracks me up.
I remember I took him with me everywhere. Apparently, I had him with me at the Bronx Zoo one day and he fell into one of the animal enclosures. It was the kind of enclosure that you walk over on a bridge and look down into, I think it might have been for buffalo. My mom said I was so hysterical after they tried to leave without Lulu, that they had to get a zoo attendant to go into the enclosure and get him. LOL.
I had Lulu for many years, but I eventually got rid of him when decluttering in my early 20s and he ended up at my parents house for a while. I asked my mom about him a few years ago, but he was gone. I’m kind of sad about that.