The sky above Rivne’s Green Meadows Cemetery was thick with clouds typical of late March. A heavy, oppressive atmosphere enveloped the mourners gathered to bid farewell to six-year-old Sofiya Kovalenko.
At the center rested a small white coffin, fragile and final. On top were placed dreams that would never be realized.
Soft whispers drifted through the crowd, while tears flowed silently, but no one felt the loss more profoundly than her father, Roman Kovalenko. He remained motionless, his eyes vacant, trapped in a state of sorrow.
Just as the farewell was about to start, an unexpected sound br0ke the stillness—paws pounding against the wet ground.
“Dakota?!” someone grasped.
A German convoyed burst from behind the trees, ignoring her handler’s calls.
She rushed toward the coffin, leapt onto it, and stood tight, as if guarding something unseen. Her eyes were not full of panic, but with fierce guardianship.
“Get that dog out of here!” someone whispered, but no one moved. There was something in Dakota’s behavior—watchful, alert, as if listening to something only she could hear.
Yaroslav Moroz, a dog handler and family friend, cautiously stepped forward. He had known Dakota all her life.
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Smart, loyal, and indivisible from Sofiya. Roman hadn’t brought her to the funeral—it felt too hurting. But here she was.
Then Dakota let out a soft, trembling whimper.
Roman froze. It was how Dakota always concerned about him—before Sofiya’s seizures or fainting spells. Their unique connectuon had always been indisputable.
“She senses something…” Roman muttered, hope flickering in his voice for the first time.
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