I’m not gonna lie–I’m pretty sad about this post. Probably sadder than I should be.
Last Monday, the kids and I were at the Minnesota Zoo. Somewhere between the bathroom and the Minnesota Trail, Anja lost Sherman. I didn’t notice it until quite a bit later, unfortunately. I’d been taking quite a few photos, so I just tracked back through them to find the last photo where he was pictured. We retraced our steps. No sign of him. We asked several people working in the area if anyone had turned him in. No Sherman. We left a description (even a little sketch) and our contact info at the Guest Services desk in case he turned up. I have called there four times in the past week to check. No Sherman.
He had been left at a small group member’s house for two weeks just prior to the incident, so Anja had already been “weaned” of him a little bit, so she isn’t too broken up about it. However, Husband and I aren’t so easily detached. We both experienced moments of stress (even a dream) about him in the days following his disappearance. I still get a little heart-sick when I think of him in a dumpster, covered with garbage, or in the hands of another toddler who won’t understand how special he is. He was the all-time favorite, go-with-me-everywhere, has-his-own-personality toy to Anja. I had planned on writing a book about him for her 4th birthday, which now may not even have any significance to her.
Sherman, wherever you are, we sure hope you are still being loved. We will miss you.