I was about to call animal control when I saw something else. A second note, tucked into her collar. Different handwriting. Child’s scrawl in purple crayon.
“Please save Daisy. She’s all I have left since Mommy went to heaven. Daddy says she has to die but I know angels ride motorcycles because Mommy said so. 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. P.S. Daisy likes peanut butter and knows how to shake hands.”
