I cried last night to an episode of Futurama. Same episode gets me every single freakin' time!
It was the one with his old dog, Seymoure. Fry finds him fossilized and then is going to bring him back, but then upon realizing that he was twelve years old when he died, he thought he lived a long and happy life and forgot all about him, but he didn't. He just waited and grew old outside the pizza parlor just waiting for his best friend to come home, but he'd never come home and...*sniff* Just thinking about it is starting to get to me. :'-(