Pooh Troubles

I may have to search for a spare Pooh Bear just in case there is another incident. Yesterday, as usual, when we left the house Emma had to take beloved Pooh Bear along.
All was fine until 8:30pm (bedtime) when she and I discovered he had been left behind. The look on her face was so sad I could have cried too. She looked as though someone cut off her left arm (she is left handed by the way) and shipped it to China along with her very best friend. Tears started to fall and sobbing commenced until I explained that he was just down the road at Pap's house and Daddy offered to go pick him up. In her bedtime prayers she thanked Jesus that Daddy went to bring her Pooh Bear home. Now, how to find the exact little bear that has been equally worn for a spare? Because,if any of you have read "The Velveteen Rabbit" you would understand that her "silly old bear" has been loved so much he practically walks around this house eating from a honey pot tucked under his arm!