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.”
“Maybe. But it’s expensive. And she’s weak. She might not survive surgery.”
“How expensive?”
“With everything? Three to four thousand.”
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.”Continue reading…
