Right after I got up this morning, and realized my phone wasn't where it should have been, I searched for it for at least fifteen minutes. Then I searched for it in the car. I even emailed family members to call my phone, hoping I could find it that way.
Well... I finally did find it. It died by drowning. It was in my kitchen sink inside a bowl filled with water.
I've caught my youngest cat, Brady, drinking water from bowls I've left soaking in the sink overnight before. So my guess is that I must have left my phone on the counter last night, and Brady got up there to have a drink, and decided to push my phone around while he was there.
My bad... The phone should have been charging for the night beside my computer.