“What’s wrong?”
“Found a dog. Abandoned. Has cancer. Kid involved.”
“Bad. But I need you to try.”
“Bear, if it’s that bad—”
“Amy, a seven-year-old girl gave her tooth fairy money to save this dog. We’re trying.”
Silence. Then, “Bring her in.”
I had to carry Daisy to my truck. Went back for the bike later. She sat in the passenger seat, head on my leg, those eyes never leaving my face.
Amy met us at her clinic. Took one look at Daisy and shook her head.
“Bear, this is advanced. Even if I remove the tumor, it’s probably spread.”
“But you can remove it?”
“How expensive?”
“With everything? Three to four thousand.”
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