Lost & Found
“Teddy’s gone!” I cried.
My husband, Gus, pulled me into a hug. We stood, surrounded by shattered glass from our back door. While we were at the gym, some-one had broken into our house. We’d searched all of the rooms. The only things missing were our wedding bands and some other jewelry— and our seven-year-old toy poodle, Teddy Pooh Bear.
Gus and I didn’t have children, so Teddy was our baby, our little girl. We usually took her everywhere, even to
