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" first, everything was dark. I felt warmth all around me, and I could smell other puppies cuddled up close. I could smell my mother, too. Her scent was safety, and comfort, and milk. When I was hungry, I would squirm toward that smell, and find milk to drink. When I was cold, I would press close to her fur, or burrow under a brother or a sister. And then I’d sleep until I was hungry again. When I opened my eyes after a few days, things began to get more interesting. "
― W. Bruce Cameron , Molly's Story (A Dog's Purpose Puppy Tales)