Tragedy

We had a fun party for Isaac's 1st birthday last Saturday.

Never fear, that is not the tragedy.  In fact, I have pictures, and I'm going to do a post about it.  Tomorrow.  This is far too serious to be shared in the same post as revelry, however, and I feel it must come first.  When the party guests were gone, and the last of the cake put away, we came downstairs to find this:

Those of you acquainted with Mr. Bearly must be aware that my dear childhood friend began his life with two eyes.  He was the proud owner of those two eyes for twenty three years.  Right up until last Saturday, in fact, when person or persons unknown removed them.  I suspect my hooligan niece and nephew, though my son may have had a hand in it.

The eyes have not been found.

My dear husband, upon seeing my deep and unabated grief (I very nearly cried at seeing my poor bear's blindness), went about at once to remedy the problem.  Since we cannot figure out where the eyes are, Mike found a new solution:

Please note the seeing eye dog.