We had a dog, Scooby, we loved, who died almost two years ago.
We also had a latecomer "wild" younger cat I found abandoned and eating birds and lizards; I brought him home to find him a home.
The cat, Ace did NOT want to make friends, but eventually there was a spirit of toleration. Until the dog got to that age when he was close to the end of his life. When he stopped chasing balls I knew the end was on the horizon.
It took almost a year, but the last few months the now domesticated Ace finally did something I'll never forget.
Every day he took to snuggling with Scooby in Scooby's bed, something he had not ever done or been tolerated by Scooby, the previous 8 years.
Scooby died with a new best Bud at the end.
Ace joined his canine friend a few months ago.
That’s something, brother.
My cats are that way too. When they decide to love, they really make it show.