First I had a dream that I had a black Labrador retriever and someone was taking him away from me for some reason. They stopped the truck so I could pet him one last time and say goodbye, but somehow that didn't make it any easier. So I woke up this morning in tears (and also feeling manipulated by my subconscious ... I mean, a puppy, really? ).
Then this made me teary-eyed, too.
Of course I'm seeing Wall-E this weekend so I don't expect the flood of tears to end any time soon.