My brother just went back to college and I was a weeping mess. I sat on the edge of my bed and was sobbing uncontrollably.
I don't know what came over me, I guess it happened because I hadn't seen my brother for 7 months. When I finally did, it was time to say goodbye before I knew it.
I buried my face in my hands. Tears streaming down my face. They felt warm against my cold cheeks. Suddenly something licked me. I looked up to see what it was.
It was my dog with his tail wagging away to glory. He looked at me and then started licking me again. He didn't stop until I was a heap of giggles and snorts.
I looked at his innocent face and realized he misses my brother as much as I do, and this was his way of telling me and comforting me.
I realized love connects and communicates in the weirdest of manners.