My fursuit was stolen.

It was in the back of my friend's van. He borrowed my suit on Saturday night. Van was stolen Sunday night.

The police found the van in South Carolina today stripped of everything. Nothing was left except for the front seats and the engine.

I've rode with him before. There was really nothing worth taking. Some trash and few children's toys.

As far as my fursuit goes that was the most valuable thing in there at the time of it's theft besides the van itself.

My sister,  origamigryphon, just made the new head last year. The arms and foot paws were already on it's way out. I wore it ragged cause I loved it. Tail was still in good condition. She's already planning on making me another one. Apparently we bought enough materials to concoct a new suit. I'd say within a year I will have version 2.0 of the arms, tail, and foot paws. And a 3.0 version of my head.

It's not gonna stop me from having fun at cons but a little fursuit envy may arise. But not so bad as to ruin my con experience.

Since I needed new arms and feet, she was gonna make new ones anyway but I wanted to keep them so I could make a zombie version of my fursuit. At least give it a shot. So much for that.

I still have my old head for sentimental value.

I'm waiting for the day when my suit to shows up on a surveillance video camera robbing a liquor store or something.

Why did I let my friend borrow my suit? He uses it for promotions of his music. The blue lion suit was sort of the mascot for the label he created. It gained some popularity. It was fun watching him at the club wearing it. I couldn't be there at the time of his last performance. I had to work.

I've known this guy for years and he is very trustworthy. Fur friendly, too. This was just an unforeseen occurrence. He borrowed my suit on multiple occasions.

Saddened by the fact I won't see it ever again.