Trees are our friends, in more ways than one. And just like our human friends we love them not always with their faults, but because of them.
One time I had to remove a Navajo Willow. She was deforming two Live Oaks in the front yard because she was growing so big so fast.
It was like putting down a pet. I wrote a thing about ethnic cleansing, getting rid of her so the preferred trees could flourish.
It helped. But I still felt guilty.