You may (or may not) recall that I watched some emotion-charged movies that made me weepy. The difference between that and this experience I am about to share, is that then - I knew what I was getting myself into.
Yesterday, an oldie but goodie Netflix came in the mail.
Yep, Homeward Bound.
I watched this movie countless times when I was younger. Who doesn't love talking animals? I asked Ryan if he was interested in watching it with me - and shockingly enough, he wasn't. I went in the bedroom to curl up with my puppies and relive some childhood memories.
I soon realized that Chance (voiced by Michael J. Fox) is a boxer. I guess I had never really paid much attention to the breed of dog he was before, and now that we own a boxer - I was surprised and even more excited to watch the movie!
It didn't take long for me to be laughing out loud at the behavior/personality of Chance, but especially the voice-over and the things that Chance/Michael J. Fox was saying. I was laughing because I could totally see Brock acting, speaking (if he could speak, ha!) or thinking like Chance.
Well. The laughing out loud quickly turned into a huge lump in my throat, and every time Chance would do/say something that reminded me of Brock - my chin would quiver, the lump would rise, and tears would well up in my eyes.
At the rate I was going - I knew that I needed to totally fast forward through the (almost) end when Shadow falls into the muddy hole.
I made it to the end. When all are reunited.
Commence ugly crying, lip and chin quivering, and both Brock and Sonny looking at me like I was a blubbering lunatic.
At that point I was really happy that I was watching this sans Hubby - because I would have never lived this moment down.
After I regained some composure, I came out into the living room all sniffle-y with tear soaked cheeks, said, "I'm never watching this movie again," and made a mental note to add Homeward Bound to my list of tear jerkers.