It's been a long while since I've lost a pet. Initially, we did all the things one does. We banded together and filed a "Missing Lizard" report with the police. We alerted our direct neighbors. We looked in and under sheds, bushes and porches. Using a recent photo, we made flyers. And then my daughter had a more modern idea. What about Facebook?
It was bad enough emptying the drawers of his antique bureau when he went off to college. In a fog of reminiscence I bagged his old Cub Scout necktie; a clip-on bow tie; a handful of yellow BBs for his air gun; several single socks; a beanie from Africa; never-used heat bulbs from our long-deceased Bearded Dragon Lizard; and a T-shirt with the date of a spring concert in middle school.