There was a bowl of water. Still fresh. A blanket. Her toy – a stuffed duck that had seen better days. And taped to the beam, a note.
“Her name is Daisy. She has cancer. The vet wants $3,000 for surgery but says she might die anyway. I can’t afford it. I can’t afford $400 to put her down either. Please, whoever finds her, don’t let her suffer. Do what I couldn’t. I’m sorry, Daisy. You deserved better.”
