Dogs Trust adverts. Regular as clockwork.
Considered a 'hard meathead bastard' by friends and colleagues, but as my other half will confirm, the sight of an animal in distress kicks me square in the nuts every time.
I took a former pupil of mine to Leeds Met Uni's carnegie campus recently, as he's trying to decide which place to go to. It was a lovely cold still Sunday morning, we wandered around the place chatting and came upon a male blackbird that wouldn't move as we approached. I tried to pick it up, and noticed its dead partner six feet away. And it wouldn't flinch, just sat there making a low chirruping noise.
Broke my heart. Started sniffing, then howling.
What a ****!