My husband just walked in, told the dog how cute he is, and how much he loves him. Held his face in his hands, stared into his eyes, and gave him forehead kisses. Then left the room.
I'm sitting right next to the dog.
I made a little birdhouse in my soul once. It had stained glass and a tire swing. I went there on weekends to plant wildflowers and smile. Over time the path became overgrown with obligations and neglect. I can still feel it there and I'm going to find my way back.