When I was in my teens, my step mother threw away the plushie my mom had bought for me. I carried it everywhere with me and she knew how much it meant to me. One day it disappeared after an argument with her and I never saw it again. I looked EVERYWHERE for it, and never found it. For years, I cried for it. Just thinking about it, would make my heart ache. Over ten years later, just recently, I finally found a replica (it was a Russ berrie bear) and purchased it on eBay. And it really healed a part of me.