"My aunt had this female cat named Gizmo when I was a kid. Gizmo was a savage who had no time or patience for anyone. She spent most of her life outdoors. By choice of course. She had free reign and could come and go as she pleased. She'd come in at night to sleep and be back out again. She had no interest in people at all and chances are if you tried to touch her in any manner she'd mess you up.
I was probably around 8 years old and I was spending a weekend at my aunts when I got the worst flu I ever had in my life. It was so bad I still remember it in vivid detail nearly 30 years later. I was sick for days, and it was absolute agony.
About a day in I couldn't take it anymore and I just started wailing. There I was laying on a pull out couch in the den surrounded by buckets, sweating, crying and begging for it to end, and in the house comes Gizmo.
This cat jumped up on the couch and cuddled me and licked me and did everything she could to comfort me. Not just for a little while, but for days. Through the entire ordeal. She stayed right there beside me only leaving to eat and head outside for a couple minutes at a time. She didn't want anyone else near me either. If anyone got in arms reach of that couch she'd turn on them and chase them out.
I remember my aunt and cousins being amazed. To this day they still bring it up from time to time. That cat never showed an ounce of consideration for a human once before or after this event, but she was bound and determined to stick it out with me until the end and did just that."