Is this it?

Suzy sobbed and cried and sobbed again and cried. "Was this it, filled with rubbish, rusting away, never to rest peacefully in a supermarket bay after a fulfilling day of packets of food, soap, meat trays, an occasional bag of lollies. Even a rubbish bin was better off, they were made of plastic." She cried so much that it made her rust even more and then she stopped. "This can't be the end, let's think of something." She braced her rusting joins and set her mind on what to do?