Way, way back when we were first dating, we were on a dog walk and my dog hurt his leg quite badly. We were miles out in the countryside and without hesitation he picked up the dog and carried him miles back to the car. This was a big, heavy, squirmy, extremely muddy dog and he sort of fireman lift carried him, saying nice soothing things the whole way.
I knew then that the devil and all his minions couldn't stop me marrying this man.
(The dog was fine and recovered from his wound, and loved my husband the absolute most for the remainder of his life)