I don't know.

[It comes out as a sigh of defeat, because this dog makes it so very hard for Tifa to stay mad about it.]

She's gone off on her own a few times now before she ran off on me, so she might've found this spot and kept coming back to it.

[And then it became the burial site for all of these poor flowers and that stuffed toy. Tifa can hardly stifle the snort of laughter at the image that it conjures up—]

Either she stole that toy or she went up, asked nicely, and got it for free.