Throwing out a couch

City cleaning just came by to pick up our old sofa set. It was old and completely worn out and really had to go.
But I definitely made a mistake seeing them pick it up. A huge truck came by with a big crane and pretty much tore our old couch to pieces while lifting it in.
At that moment I felt so emotional. I thought back to all the great memories I had with that couch. Seeing my kids grow up playing on it, our late cat sleeping on it in the sun, all the cuddles we had on it...
For some reason I felt like our couch deserved better than such a cruel ending. It's funny how attached you can get to some inanimate object.