Blue Lovey

Oh, blue lovey, oh, blue lovey, where art thou, oh blue lovey?! PLEASE come home. Patrick's blue lovey has gone MISSING! Oh no. This is NOT GOOD. He managed to sleep last night without it, but when I woke up at 5:30am to nurse Graham he came to his bedroom door and asked me where blue lovey was. I don't know. So, if anyone sees a ratty, old, dish-towel-looking, dirty object that could be mistaken as a blue lovey let me know!!! We have numerous of these loveys, but they are not the blue lovey that he wants. The others are not as ratty and destroyed. And, Little Griaffe company, could you please start selling alreay loved on loveys?? With the satin edges sucked of, full of stains and no longer as soft as they once were? It would make my life MUCH easier.