I’d stopped to check my bike when I heard whimpering. Years of riding, never seen anything like it.
This beautiful dog, dying, abandoned, but still wagging her tail when she saw me. The collar had two notes.
“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.”
But what was written next frightened me as the owner was not………
Fifty-eight years old. Been riding forty-two years. Thought I’d seen everything.
I was wrong.
Tuesday night. Actually, Wednesday morning. 3 AM. Riding back from visiting my brother in hospice. Cancer. Another damn cancer story. I was angry at the world, at God, at the unfairness of watching good people die slowly.Continue reading…
