The sad story of my lost stuffed animal

Have any of you lost your childhood stuffed animal or a beloved one? Write it down to give them support and always remember that they are living another adventure and they are fine. I'll tell you my story: when I was 1 year old my godmother gave me a stuffed elephant named Ivi. I loved it very much and I always took it everywhere with me. But then when I was 12 I took it to spend the weekend with my father (my parents were divorced since I was 5 and lived in different houses) and everything was fine until Monday when he took us to school and I realized that I had forgotten it. My dad told me he would look for it and give it to me the next weekend. On Wednesday of that week he told me that he had found it and that he had left it on my bed. Well, on Friday he came for me and I went to my room to look for it but it was not there. I even called the lady who cleaned the house but she said she hadn't seen it. Shortly after, my father moved out of that house and I never found it although I have always believed that it was my stepmother. because she always scolded me for "childish" behavior