The first about putting her down. The second was different. Child’s handwriting. Crayon on notebook paper.
“Please save Daisy. She’s all I have left. Daddy says she has to die but I know angels ride motorcycles. I prayed you’d find her. There’s $7.43 in her collar. It’s all my tooth fairy money. Please don’t let her die alone. Love, Madison, age 7.”
Fifty-eight years old. Been riding forty-two years. Thought I’d seen everything.Continue reading…