Oh, honey

I've always had a tendency to anthropomorphize inanimate objects.
Poor bear! Poor honey!

I remember making a scene once when I was little. My mom and grandmother and I had spent all afternoon baking and decorating gingerbread men, and then I cried and got upset when people ate them. My grandmother kept trying to get me to eat one and I only cried harder--I thought it hurt them.

This is one of the many reasons to own a pet--it gives you an appropriate object for your childlike affections, so you can still make it to work even when there are sad, abandoned stuffed animals on the walk to the subway.