Darkness. A blanket of black over everything, blocking my vision and soothing my senses. I didn't know it at the time, but that darkness was my protector. Warmth. The brush of silky fur against mine, the sweet smell of milk. The first living being I'd ever known. Mother, I called her. First steps. I tottered about on unsteady, stubby legs, exploring the dark chamber we called our home. Mother watched me with kindness in her eyes, her blue eyes filled with a love I'd never experience again. Despite Mother's occasional crying, things were good for us. Then he came, and things were never the same.