Awe! Your stories are all so sweet!
The special moment that will always stick out in my mind was the day I brought Cody home. He was about 3 years old and scared of everything. I let him take his time and wander around my living room, dining area, kitchen, and bedroom to get to know the apartment. Remi, one of his puppies that a friend decided to adopt, was with us, and he was all over the place. They played together for a while, but mostly explored the apartment. It was a little touch and go for a while because he seem so scared of me and would bolt and hide whenever I tried to pet him (especially since I had just given him a bath, so he must have thought that I was evil!). I laid on the floor in the living room to let him come to me when he was ready, and after a while, he came and curled up into a ball next to me. He looked at me as if to say, "Well, I guess you are ok for a human." A minute later, Remi wriggled his way to laying half on top of both me and Cody.
Now, whenever I'm reading, researching, or working on a paper, he usually curls up next to me or behind me. If I'm especially frustrated, he'll lay his head on my lap and look at me with his brow wrinkled. Then I pet him and I feel better.
I love that feeling though, and it always works. It doesn't seem to matter how bad my day has been, when I come home and he jumps up to greet me with his little curly tail wagging, and I pet him, I always feel better. I think it's amazing how the simple act of petting him always lifts my mood.