When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.
Cs. S. Lewis
I had many, many cuddly toys as a child; I was given them, and I bought them for myself. I still own a handful of these ragged and beloved creatures (including an Andrex puppy, which places me firmly in a certain generation), but most of them I got rid of when my mum moved out of the house I grew up in. Such is the human capacity for anthropomorphication that I felt pretty bad about it and still do.
Like a lot of people, I assumed that at some point I would pass through an adulting process in which I would learn to know all the answers, apply lipstick, and stop sleeping with toy animals. Didn't happen. My parents, I know, worried about my taking a companion or two to boarding-school, and to university, but I was hardly alone, or even in a minority.
I no longer sleep with so many toys in the bed that there's barely room for me, like Dave's big sister in Dogger, but I do share with a large cuddly husky, and have a basket of other animals on rotation. When I'm travelling I take a small husky named Bootsy along, because I like having something to hold if I'm sleeping in a strange bed.
I do still acquire soft toys by gift or purchase. Mostly huskies, these days, but anything with a nice face is likely to be scooped up.