I have a different camera. It isn’t pocket size, like my old one, but it takes higher-res images. Trade-offs.
My old camera locked up one day at Golden Gardens and never worked again. That was a sad day. Followed by many sad months. And then I met my new camera (thanks Paul!). Now I only occasionally think of the old one, mostly when I am looking through my desk drawer for a stamp or something such. . .and there it is, in all its nonfunctioning glory.