When I was about four years old, there was a coffee cup with a couple of siamese cats painted on it that sat in our kitchen cabinets. I decided I wanted to use it for a drink of juice since it was my favorite cup, so I climbed up onto the counter to retrieve it. Unfortunately, as soon as I was able to get a hold of it, I accidentally dropped it and it smashed all over the floor. I started crying and screaming because that was my favorite cup and I had destroyed it. My parents rushed over and saw that I had been badly cut. I seriously didn't even notice that pretty much my whole pinky had been sliced. I just missed that cup!
Now I'm seventeen years old and I am obsessed with the movie, Cars. I have a couple of the die-cast cars (a red Lightning McQueen and a blue Lightning McQueen, which is very rare). I had already owned the red one about a month before I bought the blue one. Ever since I got the blue one, I always felt as if I was neglecting the red one, which was making him become very depressed. I mean, I had even taken the blue one to the county fair, Skyline Chili, White Castle, and even the mall! The red one only got to sit in the car, or inside my house. I felt so bad for neglecting him like that and giving all my attention to the blue one. Now I play with them both equally, especially when I force them to race down the upstairs runway. They have yet to drive through the spindles, which are on both sides! But yeah, I treat those little Lightning McQueens better than my actual car! lol
These are just a couple of examples of how I've felt sorry for inanimate objects. Trust me, there are a lot more times than just these!