Today I want to remember Sabka and Dianka — two old shelter girls who are no longer with us, but will always stay in my heart.
They had spent most of their lives on a scrapyard, more like alarm systems than beloved dogs. Neglected, sick, and inseparable. Dianka had an old badly healed injury, Sabka had cancer.
I thought I was giving them a few good months. Sabka stayed with us for over two years, and Dianka lived to be 16.
They became home dogs instantly — gentle, loyal, wise. Sabka followed me everywhere. When the cancer came back and I had to let her go, she still tried to comfort me through my tears.
That is the love of a dog. Nothing compares to it.
After Sabka died, Dianka lost her spark and joined her two years later.
Their story is sad, but I never regretted adopting them. There is something deeply beautiful about giving an old, unwanted dog a safe and loving ending.
Sabka & Dianka, always remembered.
