My father always bought stuffed animals for us. Not always random cute ones, sometimes they were more fragile but reminded him of something. Once he bought me a hen with two chicks under the wings because he said it reminded im of me. When he bought me a mom and baby camel for my 25th birthday my mom said he needs to find another hobby but I love them and they are all in my basement.
I also have the ones he bought my sisters. And while she was in the hospital for a few weeks he bought her a bunch of really big ones. I have let my kids play with some because I don’t like them living in a plastic bag but they are never quite the same afterwards.
I can’t look at a stuffed animal (or a thread about them) without thinking of my dad.