There is nothing quite like being surrounded by puppies as you cry your heart out.
They instinctively know when something is wrong. Even before the tears start. They pace and whine as though a storm is coming. They check back with you often -- face peering into face -- intently scanning your eyes with shared pain in theirs. They don't know what is happening, but they know their owner is not okay.
Tears flow and each dog takes his or her turn lapping at your eyes as though trying to dam the tide. Each gasp of breath is acknowledged in some way. Soon they realize they can do nothing but keep watch. Each takes a spot along your body like they are circling the wagons against an unforeseen enemy. Heads lay on your lap and watch you, offering the only comfort they know -- a swipe of the tongue, a nudge of the head.
Alone in your misery, you are not alone. Without judgement, they band about you to protect you as you have them.
I'm participating in NaBloPoMo for November. Why? Because I want to torture both of us.