When my son was a little boy, he received a Dakin squirrel from his Aunt for Christmas. He was, probably three or four years old. When he was just a bit older, he became enamored with the Miss Suzy books. They're about a lady squirrel who is very wise. When he was old enough to make the connection, he named his squirrel, of course, Miss Suzy.
I made Miss Suzy a green apron with acorns along the hem. Miss Suzy HAD to have an apron!
Later, we found another similar squirrel from Dakin and bought it for John so he could also have a Ginger. There's a Miss Suzy book called "Miss Suzy and Ginger."
He loved those squirrels more than anything else he owned.
When he was around six, or so, he and his dad went on a train ride and rode in a compartment. Evidently, when the porter made the beds up at night, he covered up the two squirrels with the beds. John even has a photo of the two squirrels under one of the beds in a picture he took just before he left the train.
He came home and told me, heartbroken, that he'd lost Miss Suzy and Giner. I felt terrible for him. I began that year to look and look for similar squirrels to help replace them. I've looked for about 25 years for a new Miss Suzy, with no success.
This year, Jim decided to try once more. We'd looked on eBay before and nothing turned up, but this year, lo and behold, he found a squirrel! He found it about 2 weeks before Christmas and we hoped beyond hope it would arrive in time for Christmas. It did! I even had time to weave a little apron for her. I'd bought a pair of tiny knitting needles at a local yarn shop, with no idea what I'd ever do with them. I took the scraps from a pair of socks I'd knitted and put it in one pocket and started a tiny scarf with the little knitting needles.
I didn't know if John would think this was totally crazy, or what. I covered a box with brown paper, made a squirrel bed inside with blankets and punched three air holes in the box. The pictures below show what the whole mess looked like:

To top the package off, I wrote a letter to John from Miss Suzy, telling him she'd missed him and telling him the story of her return.
Now, something you should know, in case you didn't do the math, is that John is 33 years old. I wasn't sure what his reaction would be. I expected him to roll his eyes and think his mother is crazy (which, of course, he does know).
His response was just what I'd have wanted from him.
If it hadn't been for Jim, I'd have never found such a squirrel. It's his caring that made me able to do this. It shows Jim's level of caring for John that he continued to look, too. I really appreciate that help.
John also liked the scarf I wove for him, but there's just not the cool story attached to a scarf, is there?