I had a blankie from when I was born. It was an orange and white crocheted wool one and it went everywhere with me till I was about 8. It's still back at my parents' house. In my early 20's I bought a beige fleece blankie but it went bobbly quite quickly and wasn't that nice. Fortunately about 5 years ago, I found another beige fleece blankie in a storage room in my house that must have belonged to someone else for picnics etc. It was fluffier on one side so I washed it, dried it, folded it in half so it was fluffy either side and adopted it.
I sleep with him every night and I love him so much. He has been there for me when I've felt no-one else has been. He doesn't answer back, get angry, hurt me, abandons me, he's just blankie always. He's about 1.5m squared so pretty big and I drape him over 1 of the 2 soft duvets I have in bed. Then I cuddle the duvet. His softness against my face is soothing and comforting. He keeps me warm in my favourite season, winter because that is when I can wear the thickest nappies, tights, baby clothes, sleep under 2 duvets and wrap blankie around my head.
When I'm happy, I kiss and cuddle blankie before I leave the house and watch movies with him downstairs. If I wet a lot during the night and some wee leaks onto him, I wash and dry him immediately and I tell him I'm sorry for hurting him, that I love him and will he be my friend again? When I'm upset and cry, I hold blankie and let my tears drip onto him. I hold him close until I'm no longer distressed then I lie down and sleep with him after feeling emotionally drained.
You can have anything you like, but you can never have my best friend, blankie!