Laika.

She was a lone wanderer from moscow Unaware of the path her destiny would someday condone In 1957 She was liberated from the clutches of the streets And found herself chosen for a singular mission She was left in the belief that she finally found a new family A new home But she didn't know what her destiny was Blindrolded She was sent into that dark night Never to return Her tragic destiny became a symbol A stark reminder of the sacrifice We are willing to make in order to pioneer the unknown She never had a voice in the matter A helpless passenger on an unforgiving voyage