Grace’s favorite toy is missing. She doesn’t know yet.
We realized after the children were in bed that we hadn’t seen Dot, Gracie’s stuffed puppy and constant companion, since we got home from hiking this afternoon. She and Sam (and Dot) took the stairs while Will and I took the elevator. Grace was carrying Dot and her jacket.
We don’t remember seeing Dot at any time after that, so we assume she dropped him and didn’t notice because she still had her jacket.
We checked the stairs, all the landings, the car, all around the car, our entire apartment, and even the dumpsters. No Dot.
I made signs and put them on every landing, describing Dot and asking for his return. Surely he was picked up by a neighbor’s child. But what if they don’t see the signs? Or don’t care?
I can’t remember ever feeling this devastated over anything. My stomach is in a knot thinking about how Grace will feel tomorrow. I’ve cried twice and I’m pretty sure a third time is imminent.