Oliver fell in love with Adam before I did. He would sit on his lap, digging his claws into Adam's legs, until Adam finally discovered the trick of sticking a pillow on his lap before the cat got to it first.
Adam takes care of Oliver in the sweetest, most thoughtful ways. He knows how to put him at ease, to make him take his medication, and to discipline him (though how that works with a 20-year-old cat, I have yet to figure out).
Today Oliver went to the vet for an ultrasound and EKG to diagnose the gallop sound in his heart. To say today was difficult would be putting it mildly, and we won't get the results until tomorrow. But my kitty looks great, and it is in no small thanks to the man I married.