It's scary what inanimate objects we get attached to. For me it is my little paring knife, my Benriner mandolin (I about cried when I had to replace my old one), or one of my pair of work shoes (they are trashed but I refuse to get rid of them). Just the other day, one of my puppies shredded one of my old T-shirts. It was one of my favorites (full of holes and the wife threatening to throw it out) and I was bummed for much longer than I should have been!!
__________________ From Man's sweat and God's love, beer came into the World-Saint Arnoldus |