Is it normal that i loved my printer?

I received a printer years ago when I was only in middle school. It stayed awake with me through all the late nights, always printing off reports (in MLA format) at the last minute, never faltering in its duties or failing to provide satisfaction. A couple years ago, it stopped working (I don't know why, and nobody was able to fix it). I nearly cried, and when I gave it a funeral, I did. I got a new printer, but it's a piece of shit. I can't stand this new printer and every time I try to print something on it, I can't help but remember the reliability of the old printer and how I loved it so. I had a deeper attachment to that printer than I had to anyone in all of the years pursuant to its purchase. It was the closest thing I've ever had to a friend and not a day goes by that I don't reflect upon the joy and satisfaction that it brought me.