For the moment, the hamster in my brain is spinning the wheel.
I've lost a few over. Both my CRKT K.I.S.S. and P.E.C.K disappeared years ago at my families business. Not that I really cared.
Lost an ATS-34 liner lock SOG pentagon elite. No clue, but it's been 20+ years. It was my first modern folder. On sale for $35 on a closeout sale.
Lost my Spyderco GB for over a month. Found it in the litter box/cat room. Great knife, great for opening boxes of litter. It was my first Spyderco.
I still grieve over my lost Wenger nomad. My great uncle gave it to me. My first knife.
After 6 months in the hospital and 6 weeks in a nursing home, I came home to find my Bailey model 2 geek edition and my ZT 0095BLK missing from my knife pouch.
A month later my mom found them in a drawer in the dining room. Apparently my father had gotten them out of my room to show his friend. He put the roll back but forgot those two on the dining table. Low and behold, my sees the, and what with my little nephews coming over she hid them in a drawer. $610 down the drain. After all the medical/hotel expenses, plus being permanently disabled, there was no way I could afford to replace them. Let alone find that same ZT at a reasonable price.
I had my blue kirinite Case mini copperhead stolen from my checked bag by the TSA. Gonna get a new one eventually.
Losing anything sucks. My favorite t-shirt disappeared for 4 months. Circa 1998 Sublime shirt. Still fits, if a bit big.
Currently, my Spyderco Aqua Salt is AWOL. No clue. So much has "disappeared" while I was living in the hospital. The effect the stroke had on my memory makes it hard to remember where I put things.
C'est la vie. At least it wasn't your wallet.