Wollen wonder

I got it when I was a baby,
Cute and cuddly.
I’ve had it all my life,
My Nan gave it to me when I was born.
Him and me are both the same age,
He comes everywhere with me.
He feels like a woollen blanket,
His shirt as yellow as gold.
Black staring eyes,
Buttons along his chest,
Can be lifted like a feather.
His name is Trauma…