I lost Tabby's lovie!
I've been pretty much away from LJ lately, as I really hadn't had much to say besides the occassional blurb that's much better suited to FB. I lost Tabby's favorite stuffed animal today. I knew we should have insisted she leave it in the car at the mall like we usually do. But we let her take it in, and she was playing with him in the mall. But, like every 4 year old does, she has to go to the potty. This is the last time I remember having the dog. I remember setting him carefully on the support bar behind the toilet while I put Tabby on the potty, but I don't remember picking him up afterwards. I remember hustling Tabby out of the stall to wash our hands because I had gotten pee on my hand when I wiped her.
I feel absolutely horrible and guilty. I know some cleaner probably just threw the dog in the trash because it was left in the restroom. We already called Penney's and they hadn't found anything. I keep bursting into tears everytime I think of the fact that her doggy is lying in the trash somewhere, the doggy that she has loved to nearly pieces in the short time she has had him (since November). I know it's just a stuffed animal, and Charlie is going to see if he can dig one up, even this late (the doggie was purchased at 7-Eleven, it was one of the last year's St. Jude's animals), but she's going to know the difference.
I can't sleep and I'm so wound up. And I have to work in the morning. But here I am, pouring my heart out here, hoping it'll exorcize my current demons. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. And if miracles really do happen, Tabby will get her dog back. (But I doubt'll that the original doggy will every show up, we're just going ot have to get a ringer, if we can find one).
I feel absolutely horrible and guilty. I know some cleaner probably just threw the dog in the trash because it was left in the restroom. We already called Penney's and they hadn't found anything. I keep bursting into tears everytime I think of the fact that her doggy is lying in the trash somewhere, the doggy that she has loved to nearly pieces in the short time she has had him (since November). I know it's just a stuffed animal, and Charlie is going to see if he can dig one up, even this late (the doggie was purchased at 7-Eleven, it was one of the last year's St. Jude's animals), but she's going to know the difference.
I can't sleep and I'm so wound up. And I have to work in the morning. But here I am, pouring my heart out here, hoping it'll exorcize my current demons. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. And if miracles really do happen, Tabby will get her dog back. (But I doubt'll that the original doggy will every show up, we're just going ot have to get a ringer, if we can find one).