(Image and copyright of Sabrina Boem, published with the kind permission of the author).
A warm embrace. Ancient reminiscences. Fetal.
A thin plastic diaphragm, of warmth bubble.
Distant echoes of the mother, a moment of warmth, cocooned in his own little world, a moment of peace.
He struggled to be born, to live.
Every day of his life, even before birth, has struggled to survive.
He pulled paws.
And now, like all of us, he wants its comfortable bubble of light and warmth, a place to snuggle.
He just want to live, not survive.