No need, Gwoo.  A man's fondness for a car is a total guy-appropriate emotion, like the affection of Timmy for Lassie.  Even furnishings from bachelor days are allowed to evoke manly tears, like Bruno Kirby's wagon-wheel coffee table in When Harry Met Sally.  Now, if you were upset by the loss of an old couch or a dinette set your wife had picked out, I'd say you had cause to worry.

I remember when my college cat bit the dust I was shaken up, but that was understandable.  It was the only thing I had left from BEFORE I met my wife and was the final nail in my single life coffin.

Uh Monkey?  It's in MA, which could be a long haul for a cheap car ....  But, hey we can talk....

Feline.  Ethel.  Great calico cat with a face only a mother could love.  Had two litters of kittens.  One of the litters was after she'd kicked my mother's poodle's ever loving ass and drove the dog out of the house and then went upstairs to a linen closet to give birth.  She gave birth to one kitten and then came downstairs and meowed at my feet at the dinner table until I went upstairs to sit next to her as she delivered the rest.

Cat loved to chase beer bottle caps we'd flick at her.  She was in peril whenever we played a game we called long distance darts whereby we stood in one room and fired them at an object in another room.  Even when playing properly, she'd sit under the dart board waiting for them to fall and then bat them around.  She got stuck more than once.

Later in life she'd wait for the kids outside for the school bus.  A couple times she tried to get on the bus with the kids, which caused quite a snafu on a busy road as they kids yelled for one of us to come and get her.

Finally had to put her down at the age of 17 after a tumor under her tongue grew so large that her tongue actually fell off.  I held her while they gave her the needle and she reared up enough energy to turn, growl and let out one hell of a hiss at them before putting her head back in the corner of my arm and purring.

I'd found her in a pound after she'd been picked up after being abused by some kids.  I was looking for a kitten and I had my arm against her cage while I was looking down at rather non-descript tiger cats while she picked at my coat sleeve with her paw and trilled at me.

Oddly enough the pound from whence I found her was in the town where I ultimately put down roots to raise my kids from 1989 to 2001.

Great fucking cat, she was.  Much like a dog, and she kicked the shit out of many a dog by laying on the ground half on her back as they charged only to spring at them with her front paws around the back of their necks while she bit at their nose and rabbit punched their chests with her hind legs.

I buried Ethel at my summer lake house with a three pack of Darts and a couple of 16 oz Bud Kingers that were the upscale beer of choice back when we flicked the caps at her and tried not to stick her with darts.

Don't know if this is helping to move my Suburban, but it is fun to recall.  An awesome cat, Ethel was ....