Here's an old friend which I sold off recently - must have been desensitized by all the pet requests I've been getting on face book.
I didn't feel a thing about it when I sold it off on Sat. I don't use it anymore and there was a lack of space in my room. Thought it had to go and I think it was the right choice.
I don't have a habit of writing down stuff but I do have a pretty good memory of personal emotions, events etc. This is a guitar which I learnt not just how to play the electric guitar but also repairs on. It had been with me since 1996 and 'we' have been through 'a lot'. It seems ridiculous to even feel sad about it, but seeing it not in my room anymore makes me a little miserable.
Good bye old friend, or should I say resilient guinea pig. Hope your new owner uses you to play more rather than cut you up all the time.