I cried a few days ago when I saw that my old dog is now pretty much completely pooping on the deck. She can't get around very well, she's old, and she's FAT (gotta be about 100lbs.). I don't know what to do for a large dog that can't get herself around because I no longer have the physical ability to do things like pick her up. I can't see putting her down just because she can't walk so well, either, so I'm frustrated. She's happy, and that's my main concern, but I think she knows what she's doing, too. I have to do right by her, I owe her at least that much and she's been too good to all the children in her years for anything less.
I don't cry all that easily, but my husband sure does. Sometimes he's practically a water-works, such a trip that he can hide that aspect of his personality.
If a movie's really good then I'll get choked up along with the characters at appropriate moments. When I twisted my ankle two weeks ago I thought I was gonna cry it hurt so bad.