I sat down on that cold concrete and cried. This little girl thought $7.43 could save her dog. Thought angels rode motorcycles. Thought prayers worked.
Daisy crawled over, dragging that tumor, and put her head in my lap.
I called my vet. Dr. Amy. Known her twenty years.
“Amy? It’s Bear. I know it’s 3 AM but I need you.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Found a dog. Abandoned. Has cancer. Kid involved.”
“How bad?”Continue reading…
