Happiness is ....

watching Shiloh play for the first time.   It wasn't overly exuberant zoomies but there was definite butt swing action happening.   For the first time in days I felt so good inside seeing it happen.   You see for the blog side of my world I haven't mentioned that I had to make the choice of putting my heart kitty down Monday the 28th.  He went to the rainbow bridge at 2:45pm.  It was extremely hard.  I worked 12.5 hours that day.  I didn't have much time to cry.  A good friend also lost her little Maggie May that day as well.  What a devastating day for us.
I am starting to believe that God placed Shiloh in my care perhaps not for Shiloh's well being but for mine.  Because he requires a bit more care than the others and is needing that extra affection right now I have had to focus more on him and less on my grief of losing my heart kitty.  Shiloh lays on his back, in my arms.. just like my Tigger did.  I find such comfort in that.  His silky tummy hair is like Mr. P's too.  Just little things in a "dog" that remind me of my "cat"  It makes me feel happy.

I have, however, been stressing over the fact that Shiloh's site is pretty much ... non-existent. Would the weens ever accept him into the sleeping pile.  Would they frolic with him.  Would he ever play?  He doesn't seem to get what a stuffy is but adores chew treats.   But today ... today I saw him play and it was like sunshine through a dark grey cloud.  I loved it.   I was able to catch some of it via my phone and so I share it here with you all to enjoy.

Shiloh's first real play.