After dating for a year and a half, Ross proposed to me right before Christmas. He took me out to dinner at our favorite restaurant and then when we got home, I tried to change into my pajamas to go to bed. But first, he made me wait on the couch so he could go get the cat we had adopted together to give me a kiss goodnight. When he came back, he had Burl, our cat, in his arms, and around Burl's neck was a collar that my mother had cross stitched with the ring tied on it with pink ribbon that said, "Will you marry me?" Of course after crying my eyes out, I said yes! This proposal was not only so sweet, but it was also difficult because Burl hated wearing the collar, and he especially didn't like the fact that he couldn't get to the dangly thing on it (my ring). While I was crying, Ross went to get Band-Aids and Neosporin to put on the scratches and bites that he had all over his hands. This was definitely the best proposal ever!