When we think of true love, it's almost always in the form of marriage or significant others. But I have a story which proves "meant to be" can happen when you least expect it.
Allow me to introduce you to Chocolate. Chocolate is a grumpy, old kitty with arthritis and a rumbling purr.
He is also, to date, the love of my sister's life.
My little sis, Katie, worked for a vet clinic for several years. Chocolate was one of their patients. From the first day Katie laid eyes on him, she was smitten. She used to talk about him. How much she loved him, how wonderful he was.
Now my sister saw all kinds of cute, furry creatures every day. Kittens and puppies. There have been several litters the clinic has taken in and then adopted out. None of them she has ever wanted to bring home.
But Chocolate...she was head over heels for him.
Sadly, Chocolate found himself homeless.
He was rescued by the clinic, who provided him with the medical care he needed pro bono. They believed, afterwards, Chocolate would be able to be adopted out, despite his cranky personality and behavioral issues.
My sister wanted to take him. Desperately. But she was currently attending nursing school and living in my parents home. At the time, my parents had several cats and a dog themselves. Since it was well known that Chocolate didn't get along with other animals, she felt it was better to find him a good home elsewhere.
Still, she talked about him ALL THE TIME. To her, this was the best cat in the world. She loved everything about him. Every day there was a new Chocolate story. Being able to see him constantly was like heaven for her.
Unfortunately, Chocolate then did something very naughty. He bit one of the clinic staff.
This placed the clinic in a difficult dilemma. They couldn't, for liability reasons, adopt him out. What if he bit his new owner and they sued? They also couldn't keep him as a clinic cat because there was no way to guarantee he wouldn't bit another member of the staff or a customer.
For Chocolate, it wasn't looking good.
My sister came home from work in in tears. My parents listened to the story and upon hearing Chocolate's fate, told my sister to bring him home. They would find a way to make things work.
It was meant to be.
Two years later, Chocolate is the happiest, most spoiled cat you could ever meet. With all the love and attention my sister (along with the rest of the household) gives him, he has undergone a dramatic change. He's still a bit cranky sometimes, but only when he hasn't had enough sleep. Just like a little old man. Otherwise, he's the sweetest thing. He's one of the most social cats I've ever met.
My sister adores him just as much now as she used to. He's her baby. And he knows it. He repeatedly kicks her out of her own bed, so so he can have the whole thing to himself. And Katie lets him.
Happy Adoption Anniversary, Chocolate.