




OK so those of you who know Cade well, also know Softie Dog. He is Cade's FAVORITE friend that he's had since birth. Softie dog is not soft or cute. In fact, he is ratted to the point that there are small crumbs and such stuck in his fur and he has a very distinct smell that doesn't go away in the washer. He has had one leg sewed back on twice and an ear once. He is currently losing beads through a hole in his belly. He is not pretty, but he is Cade's world!!! Cade sleeps with him, takes him to school in his backpack, and holds him in the car. Well, as you know Cade is in Indiana visiting Gran and Pop Pop. I received the most disturbing phone call ever at 10:30 last night. It was Cade crying to me that Softie dog was LOST! He was exhausted and said, "I just want to come home!" Gran had dropped Cade (and Softie) off at Pop's clinic and then Pop had taken Cade home. One way or another, Softie didn't make it home. Pop and Gran both made separate trips back to the clinic at like 10:00 to try to find the missing Softie. They even spoke with the housekeeping staff to no avail. Once I got that phone call, I was beside myself! Cade has only spent one other night in his life without Softie, and it was a rough one. I felt so awful that I wasn't there to comfort him and I couldn't fix this for him! I was seriously contemplating jumping in the car and driving to Indiana. I didn't sleep and worried about him all night. I called first thing in the morning and he was still very upset. Which totally made me upset, and Gran upset! All because of a stuffed dog!!! One of our extended family members, who shall remain nameless, actually told me in the midst of this crisis, "Mandy, it's a stuffed dog, and he is five. Maybe he'll just have to deal with it!" Those were obviously the words of someone who doesn't have a five year old with a softie dog! If I can't be there with him, softie needed to be!
BUT... WHAT ONCE WAS LOST, HAS NOW BEEN FOUND! After many more phone calls from Gran, Pop, and I, I got ahold of the information desk woman that happened upon a beat up dog ("teddy bear" I think she called it) yesterday in the concession area. She said, "I have him right here at my desk right now!" I seriously almost broke into tears of victory. I wanted to just tell her everything starting with, "You see, my daughter has leukemia and gets lots of attention which makes me feel very guilty about her big brother and this dog is his favorite thing in the world, and he is away from home for the first time ever and ..." But I just settled for an "Oh thank you so so much, this will make my little boy so happy!" But what it really did was totally calm me down! When I got off the phone with her, I felt like a 100 pound burden had been lifted off me! Cora and I were jumping up and down and cheering! When in the world did I get to the point where an ole raggedy stuffed dog can rule my world???? All is well...Peace is restored!









