An object I miss.

I usually don't get attached to belongings. Once something wears out or gets lost, I don't miss the item because I have a good memory of it. I can think of only two things I regret no longer having. The first is a pair of extravagant shoes my Mom bought for me in the late 1980s.  

The second is my beloved stuffed dog:

Suburban Chicago, February 1963. The stuffed dog is on the right.