Sometimes, Sofiya woke at night remembering not dreams, but sensations—fur, warmth, a quiet whimper.
A Heart That Never Stops
At 14, Dakota was weak. She stayed near Sofiya, now a teenager. One spring day, Dakota passed quietly, peacefully.
They buried her under a linden tree, with a stone that reads:
“Here lies Dakota — the dog who brought life back.
Loyalty is stronger than death.”
Each year, Sofiya brings daisies. And every time she walks away, she feels it:
Someone walking beside her.
Unseen. Familiar.
Always.
