You know when you work in a veterinary hospital, you never have to look for a pet. There's no "Oh let's go to the pound and find a cat/dog" animals always just sort of fall into your lap. And you always regret that trip to the shelter because, inevitably, after you bring something home, something else falls in front of you. Well.
I just started a new job and there is a cat in the hospital. His owner passed away and he is really old. He is incredibly sweet and it is my great desire to bring him home and give him some happy golden years.
Convincing my husband? That's the hard part.