When I was dating my now husband, I found out he hated cats. During our courtship he tolerated my cat, Damond. He was a big old Tom cat that loved to just lay around on the back of the couch. When we were dating he would stay away from Damond acting like the cat didn't exist . I knew how he felt and told him this relationship might not be able to move forward because I loved my kitty and wouldn't choose him over my beloved cat. 

Damond was one of those cats you can't keep inside the house. He loved to the roam at night and sleep in the house all day. One morning I opened the door to find Damond dragging his hind legs on the ground. I knew he had been hit by a car. I called my boyfriend crying, telling him what happened. He calmed me down and I was able to get Damond to the vet. Not knowing if my cat would survive, I sat in the waiting room for the news. All of the sudden, in walked my boyfriend comforting me and waiting with me to see what the vet said. Fortunately, it was just a broken leg that could be fixed. While I was tending to the vet, my boyfriend paid the entire vet bill. This from a man who hated cats. 

After Damond came home he started getting to know the cat and they became causal friends. During this time, I realized I could see this man as my husband one day. Here was a man who hated cats, but realized just how important this animal was to me so he made the decision to accept him and take a chance. When Damond eventually had to be put to sleep, my then hubby was there with tears in his eyes saying goodbye to the cat that he grew to love. 

After 15 years of being married, I love my husband more than ever. 

Tearesa