It jumps, barks… That’s its job. I work at a clinic, we go through check-ups together. I… I think you should tell your parents.
And definitely go to a doctor. Just to be safe.”
The rest I remember like in a fog. Our parents didn’t believe it at first, but for peace of mind, they took my sister to the hospital.
And the diagnosis was confirmed. She had cancer. After that, the hardest period of our lives began.
Diagnosis, exams, treatment. Hospitals became our second home. She fought, and we all fought with her.
We went through a lot. But unfortunately, not everything ends well. Sometimes even the brightest hopes fade too soon.
Now I study and live on. But every time I see an elevator, a dog, or just the smell of a hospital — my heart tightens. And I know one thing for sure: what happened then gave us some time.
Time to say how much we loved her. Time to be together. And if it hadn’t been for that dog… we might never have known.
