One of my old girlfriends wanted to borrow my teddy bear for a while. She really liked him and said it was nice having something that smelled like me, blah blah blah. Okay fine. After we broke up, I didn't ask for him back, because I'm so manly and macho that I cannot seem to be worried about a teddy bear. It did bother me, though.
Eventually, it bugged me enough to where I looked her up and asked her about it. She'd given him away! Stupid bitch. This was years later, but still. She'd moved out and left all her stuffed animals, except for a few, in her room at home. One day, her mom was cleaning out her room and asked if she could donate all those stuffed animals to charity. She told her to go ahead. She told me that she did remember that my teddy bear was there, but since it had been so long, and I'd never said anything, she figured it was okay.
Shit. Now that I think about it, it was my own fault. Oh well, charity. Hopefully some kid is loving my teddy bear.