I was laying in bed the other night, with Amy fast asleep beside me, thinking about a million different things and trying to get to sleep when Dora came into the room and jumped up into her bed. You see in our bed Amy sleeps about a foot down from the top of the bed so Dora's bed can fit on our bed too (Yes we cater to our little angel). Almost every night Dora and I have a little ritual where when she comes to bed and she begins to nest like most cats, I rub her belly. This gets her purring like a little motor and I continue until she lays down to fall asleep.
This simple little act of hearing Amy sleep and Dora purring brings a genuine smile to my face everytime, no matter the situation or my mood, and fills me right up with joy. But what happens when these pleasures are taken away?