Emotional attachment to objects - an AS thing?

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I had a stuffed animal (giant 5.4ft stuffed husky) which I had owned since I was 16 and cried when I had to throw it away.
I'm not like the one guy who tried to marry his car because I personally see no point in feeling like that towards an object, however I get very very emotionally attached in my own way.
So much so that I was told a few months prior to get rid of it, but still kept and didn't care if I got in trouble.

Personally I see it more with stuffed animals and games for me, though the games could just be an addiction in a sense, but I'm working on being awake for 29 hours so I can't really think.

If anyone did that to my collections then the world, as we know it, would end. Crops would wither, livestock would sicken, the sea would become boiling hot, buildings would fall, mountains would crumble, and everywhere you look would be pain and pestilence, and the air would be full of weeping and wailing. And locusts.

Well, that's how they should feel would happen if they did such a thing.

If people can't understand why I value such things, that's their problem and not mine, just like I don't understand why they value other things I have no interest in. Like how many shoes and purses does one woman need? But nooo, that's supposed to be "normal" for NT females, and *I'm* the weird obsessed one. Give me a break!

I do this to an extent, but so does my sister who is as neurotypical as they come. Our version of it is more like an attachment to the past, though, and the objects generally aren't seen as people.
Funny story:
Its actually become this big joke in my family over this mirror we had once, lol, because both my sister and I have this attachment to objects and neither of my parents did at all whatsoever (so we have no idea where we've gotten it from.) There was this mirror hanging in the dining room of the apartment we grew up in (mom still lives there) which was on the wall for seriously our entire lives- and apparently one day, years after my sister and I are moved out and living our own lives, it somehow broke. So my Mom and Dad, just seeing it as a broken mirror that no longer serves its purpose, threw it out. My sister and I both freaked out and got super mad at them, my sister was yelling stuff like "why didn't you call me???" and my Mom and Dad were so genuinely confused because they just don't see things that way at all. So almost immediately though, my sister and I were able to see the humor in it, like the four of us have all spent the past 25 years with this mirror yet for some reason two of us feel COMPLETELY differently than the other two, and each group of two thinks the other two are batsh*t crazy for the way they handled the mirror getting thrown out LOL. And the mirror was never even addressed in any way until the day it broke, its not like we ever talked about it, so how would my parents know we cared so much about it? Did WE even know we cared about it? LOL no clue.