While working at my desk, I lower my right hand from the keyboard, palm up and dangle it by my side. Mocha gets up from wherever she is walks over and puts her chin in my hand. I stroke her head and neck. She leans into the petting and walks forward, turns around and walks back so I cover the length of her body. Eventually, she'll lie down next to me. I never look at her, speak or stop working, but there is an exchange between us.
We must have developed this ritual years ago, but until today, I was not consciously aware it was happening. For the past 5 or 6 years she's gone to work with me, which means we are together 24/7 nearly every day.
Knowing we have a bond that requires no words warms me deep within.