When a strange dog put its paws on my sister and began barking while we were in the elevator, my little sister and I were appalled and realized why.
It had been nearly five years since that day. Even though I’m at college now, I can’t get that moment out of my head. At last, I mustered the courage to tell you what transpired at that time.
It was just another day. As usual, I was walking home with my younger sister after school. Naturally, we used the elevator because we live on the top floor of a high-rise. Everything was going as usual at the time; we were talking, joking, and exchanging impressions of the day.
A little while later, a man of around thirty-five years brought a big, light-colored dog into the elevator. My sister and I are dog lovers, so we were thrilled to see the labrador. Even though she wanted to reach out to him and smiled, everything changed in an instant.
The dog froze, looking directly at my sister. It then moved closer, stood on its hind legs, and placed its large, fluffy paws directly on my sister’s breast as though detecting something. I stood motionless as she let out a piercing shriek of terror. Both of us were afraid the dog would bite.
With a loud, harsh, and nervous bark, the labrador started to bark. Pulling the leash, the man knelt next to the dog, began patting it, and assured him that everything was fine.
“Don’t worry, kids—the dog doesn’t bite.”
But I let out a cry and screamed:
“Sir, why did the dog attack my sister in that manner if it isn’t dangerous? Look see how shaky she is! I will inform our parents!
The man then gave us a very different gaze. He grew solemn. And calmly described the peculiar behavior of his dog. After that, our family entered a really trying period.
“I… I must give an explanation. It’s more than just a dog. It has been trained to identify cancer.
At first, we didn’t get it.
It sends out a signal if it detects the presence of a tumor on a human. It barks and hops. That’s what it does. We go through check-ups together at the clinic where I work. I believe you ought to inform your parents. And see a doctor, of course. merely for safety.
I recall the rest as if it were hazy. Although our parents first didn’t believe it, they took my sister to the hospital for their own piece of mind.
Additionally, the diagnosis was verified. She was afflicted with cancer.
Then came the most difficult time of our life. diagnosis, testing, and therapy. We made hospitals our second home. We all battled beside her when she did. We experienced a lot.
But regrettably, things don’t work out. Even the most optimistic hopes might occasionally dissipate too quickly.
I continue to live and study now. However, my heart tightens if I see a puppy, an elevator, or even just the fragrance of a hospital.
One thing is certain, though: what transpired at that time bought us some time. It’s time to express our love for her. It’s time to spend time together.
And we might not have known if it weren’t for that dog.
