Our wedding rings.
Those almost got lost on two separate occasions.
Gats almost bade goodbye to his just after a few days of our wedding. It happened during the Hongkong city tour, while we were on the bus. The ring just surprisingly slipped off his finger. Fortunately he found it only after a few minutes of frantic searching.
My experience was similar but worse. The ring also slipped off my pinky finger (yes, the pinky because my hands grew bigger along with the rest of my body when I got pregnant), but I was completely unaware of it. I just felt that something was missing when I was about to leave the gym. I knew I had it when I entered the gym, and actually wore it when I was already changing clothes. But apparently, my ring wasn’t in my pinky! I scoured almost every corner of the locker, but I couldn’t find it. After doing the search for the nth time, I already lost hope. I exited the gym and wondered how am I going to tell Gats that I lost my wedding ring. I was already walking towards the parking lot, but turned around and decided to go back and have one final look. Maybe my guardian angel was with me at that time because I just took one quick peek on the floor, and there it was! W-H-E-W!!! Now I don’t wear it anymore because I don’t want to go through the experience again! I’ll just have to wait for the day when my fingers return to its regular size 
