There's Something Sad about This

I was walking along Blanchard the other day when a flash of color caught my eye from the alley between 3rd & 4th. It turned out to be this box:

These stuffed animals are headed to the dump. Why is this such a sad scene? Does it show us the impermanence of love - that the things we used to love no longer affect us? Is it a sign of our own mortality - if a fuzzy bunny takes a one-way trip, surely we're next? Maybe it's that there's a child somewhere who misses this imperfect bunny. Or perhaps it's just upsetting to see people throw out stuffed animals. I have no idea. But there's something about this that makes me a little morose.