Most Romantic Act

What's the most romantic act you have ever seen, heard or done? I'm sure there are some good stories out there!

Handing her a towel after.

I'm not really a romantic person. My idea of romance is a playful battle of insults, smirks, with an underlying tone of flirtation. Knowing someone gets my sense of humour and counter-intuitive idea of flirting is enough to make me swoon. But only on the inside. Can't have people thinking I'm a softie!

Sing? shit iono, I usually do a lot of different small romantic acts, not just one grand act of romance, that shit is for the movies man. That's not how you maintain relationships, and keep love alive.

My same idea of.romance
Ot: I asked for a quarter and got a quarter

Warning: This story may make you cry big manly tears.

TL:DR: My husband drove 15 hours in one weekend so that I could see my cat before she died.

I had to euthanize my childhood cat last week.

I knew she was doing badly leading up to this and have been waiting for the moment she stopped eating. My family and I agreed that if she could no longer eat with her appetite stimulating medication, she was not really living a good life anymore. Finally, Friday the 5th of October, she was barely eating but a teaspoon on a medication that should make her eat like a horse.

There was one problem, I had a huge test on Monday. I'm in veterinary medical school. There is no "missing a test" unless you or a loved one is in the hospital. Sometimes, a teacher will let you off if your animal has just died, but it's expected that you should try to schedule a euthanasia around the test. Besides, I knew I would be in no shape to take the test AFTER euthanizing my cat. However, there was no way I could drive the 3 hours home to see her and then drive 3 hours back to take my test. That's 6 hours of time I needed to study. I was in agony over my decision.

Since she would make it through the weekend, I made plans with my parents to come back Monday after my test, euthanize my cat, and then drive back to school. The best part was, I had a lecture at 8 am the next day on, what else but, euthanasia. Basically, I would take a test, drive 3 hours would get to see my cat for 1 hour if I was lucky, bury her, cry a lot and drive 3 hours back to school to get up early and be reminded of how I just killed my best friend. However, being there for my cat meant everything to me. I wasn't going to let my friend of 18 years die without me there to hold her.

I recall saying something like "What kind of monster only goes home to kill their friend and then leaves?"

(And now I'm shaking and crying. You'd think that the year of illness leading up to this and knowing that she's no longer in pain would be enough to cope with this loss. I wish it was.)

The next piece of information you need to know is that my husband lives in my hometown still. We decided there was no point in him finding a new job down at my school for 4 years when I'm planning to come back up there after I graduate anyways.

Anyway, my husband was driving 3 hours down to my apartment for the weekend to help me study for the test and cheer me up about how miserable life was. That in and of itself was pretty darn romantic. How many people volunteer to help quiz you for a test because "you seem worried about it"? Not many.

When he found out about the cat, he made the most thoughtful, big-hearted gesture in the history of my life.

He called off of work on monday, helped me pack, did my dishes so that they wouldn't sit and rot all weekend, and drove me 3 hours back to my house. He gave up our weekend so that I could spend time with my cat and still find time to study. Then, LATE Sunday night (so I could spend as much time with her as possible), he drove me back and let me sleep in the car so I'd be rested for my test the next day.

I got up on Monday, took my test, ate some food, and then my husband drove me 3 hours back to my parents home. We found out upon arrival that my cat had a stroke Sunday night after I left. She was no longer aware of anyone in the house, could not meow and was walking into walls. We had made the right decision to euthanize her that day.

Had my husband not spent 15 hours in the car that weekend, I would not have seen by my best friend before she could no longer recognize me. He came with me to the vet appointment, comforted me, dug my cat's grave, drove me 3 hours back to my apartment. He also encouraged me to skip that horrible class, which I did. (Side note: I'm going to review the notes and watch the lecture tomorrow, now that I am more stable. You won't be getting a vet that is not informed about euthanasia I promise ^__^) I think my friends at school would have thrown me out of the classroom if I showed up anyways. I needed that day just to calm myself down.

That is the most romantic act I have ever had done for me, and I will never forget it.

Put that in your vanilla pipe and smoke it.

Picture of my friggen beautiful cat: