Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin'. Everything is broken.
My pottery whittled down by time. But I am not about to stop using it, since that would kill it immediately, rather than allowing it life until it's time to go.
This one slipped from my fingers, I shouted NO but it hit the tile floor to break and shatter. And I sobbed in grief for a few minutes, mostly because I can never throw another one. I took some comfort in knowing I had made it well, nice even bottom and sides. It's held a lot of salsa over the years. A favorite of D's. It will be missed.
I'll throw the shards away tomorrow.