I don’t deal well with losses.
Last night we sold our little Tercel. It made me sad and kept me up part of the night. He (he is a “he” to me although people say cars are female) was such a good little car for us. He was easy to maneuver, got good gas mileage, the radio and air conditioning worked great, and the paint job was not faded though it was a 12-year-old car.