Whiskers had been at the nursing home for as long as anyone could remember. He kept to himself, except with Mr. Delano. Every morning, Whiskers would curl up in his lap, and they shared a quiet bond. When Mr. Delano passed away, Whiskers lay motionless on his empty bed.
While cleaning out the room, a nurse found a photo of a young Mr. Delano holding a kitten—Whiskers as a kitten. The note read: “My boy, always waiting.”
Days later, Whiskers led me to the front door, where a young man named Daniel stood. He recognized the cat from an old childhood photo with his grandfather, Mr. Delano. Whiskers purred, and Daniel, moved, knew the cat was the same one his grandfather had lost.
Whiskers, now at peace, followed Daniel home. “If he’ll have me,” Daniel said. And with that, Whiskers found his new home. Sometimes, love just waits for the right moment.