She bought herself a plush bat a couple years ago and named her Black Susan. When we adopted a dog who assumed that anything on the floor was "game" for chewing, Black Susan lost a fang and got a hole torn in her head.
I was in Minnesota when this happened. Madelyn took it well, but she did let me know over the phone:
"Black Susan needs you to fix her, Mom."
"Leave her by my bedside, and I'll fix her when I get home."