There’s a scene like this in the movie The Motorcycle Diaries, in which the protagonists are traversing South America on a motorcycle. It’s been a long time since I saw it, but IIRC there’s a scene where the motorcycle has broken down beyond repair; they are forced to get rid of it - and they are in tears as they part company with this machine that had been with them on the entire journey.
I sympathized with that scene. In ten years of riding, I had racked up well over 130,000 miles on my first bike, and it was becoming too unreliable to take on long road trips anymore, so I sold it. We had been through a lot of adventures together, and I was indeed a little sad to see it go; I suppose I might have been sadder if I had watched it being hauled off to a scrapyard instead of being ridden away by a happy new owner.
I was sadder about my car, a G37 which I totaled it due to some major stupidity on my part. Purchased brand new, it was the nicest car I had ever owned, and it was unique; by the time I crashed it, Infiniti was no longer making any car with a manual transmission, and I didn’t want to buy someone else’s used car. I only had a few years with that car - not a decade like I had with my bike - but I was plenty sad to see it go. Not sure if I’ll ever have another manual.