My story is similar, but not as bad. My older son received one of the first quilts I ever made. He was in a "goth" stage, so it was black, an Irish chain, but I was pleased how I brought out some turquoise that was in the black print. He kept it on his sofa where the dog got it and chewed holes all through it. This was 20 + years ago. I have started several more for him, but just cannot finish them. His "now" significant other has quilts made by her grandmother that she treasures, so I want to make him another one...