I consider the days before I met my Mom as my pre-life, a time that I try not to think about. Those days are gone and forgotten, and I am glad about that.
Before My Life Began
My life before I found a home is really just a blur
A memory that’s faded and unreal.
My puppy days are gone and long forgotten,
And I don’t know how that ought to make me feel.
I was not treated badly, like some houndies,
No cruelty or neglect was handed out,
I had the food I needed to be healthy
And things I never knew, I did without.
I didn’t have a sofa or an armchair,
There was no comfy cushion on my bed
No toys to keep me happy in the daytime
No knee on which to lay my weary head.
I knew of nothing better than the kennels
I did not know how good my life could be
The things that now I almost take for granted
Were totally unknown back then, to me.
So now I know the loving of my human,
I take a cuddle every chance I can,
And try to never think back to those other days,
that were long back
Before my life began,