Brigit
Her partner lay on the couch, curled up in a fetal positon, bawling and shaking. Tired as Brigit was, she knew she had to try to cheer Megan up. Heck, she could use some cheering up herself.
She abandoned her overdue dinner of dry kibble and walked over to the couch. Ignoring Megan’s cries of protest, Brigit cleaned the tears from her partner’s face with her warm, wet tongue. Shlup-shlup-shlup.
Eventually, Megan unfurled, stretching her legs out on the sofa and patting the space in front of her, inviting Brigit to lie down with her. Brigit hopped up and flopped down, turning her back to Megan so her partner could scratch her chest while they cuddled and comforted each other.
Megan dug her fingers into the fur just below Brigit’s neck and gave the dog a nice scratch.
Ahhh. That’s the ticket.