Biker Found This Dog Chained To A Bridge With A Note!

I looked at Daisy. Thought about Madison. Seven years old. Lost her mom. About to lose her dog.

“Do it.”

“Bear, you don’t even know this family.”

“I know a little girl is praying for a miracle. That’s enough.”

The surgery took four hours. I waited in the lobby, reading that purple crayon note over and over. Madison had drawn pictures on the back. Stick figures. A girl, a dog, and an angel with a motorcycle.

Amy came out exhausted. “She survived. Tumor’s out. But Bear, it had spread. I got what I could but…”

“How long?”

“Maybe six months. Maybe a year. Maybe longer if we’re lucky.”

“That’s six months to a year more than she had.”

“You spending four grand on a stranger’s dog for maybe six months?”

“I’m spending four grand on a little girl’s hope.”

Daisy recovered slowly. I brought her home. Set up a bed in my living room. She couldn’t walk much at first. But every day, a little stronger. Every day, that tail wagging a little harder.

Now I had to find Madison.

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