Since then he's been washed several times, been lost a few times (but always found again, obviously), and has been on a number of family trips and camping (including our Tour of America last summer). His little white shirt, I am certain, will never be white again, the "JDRF" logo is permanently faded off, and he's got a ridge under his chin where T-Bear tucks his forearm to carry him around.
But, Rufus is still around. He still accompanies us when we go places, still shows up here and there around the house, and still sleeps with T-Bear at night. He's a little worse for the wear, but he's still hanging in there.
Some days, I feel kind of like Rufus.