Mine is currently in hospice. It will surely see the bright white light very soon, but is still holding on (and holding together) with the help of some handy duct tape. I pray that its demise is swift and painless and that it goes on to a better picture taking place. A place where no one drops it on its lens over and over. A place where no one gnaws on its wrist band. A place that is free of spills, messy kiddy hands, and littered bottoms of diaper bags. My camera deserves a picture taking nirvana after what it has been through.
So go forth boldly, old friend.
I wish you well.
It will be hard to replace you, but . . .
I am missing too many good memories with this crazy family of mine.