“Do it.”
“Bear, you don’t even know this family.”
The surgery took four hours. I waited in the lobby, reading that purple crayon note over and over. Madison had drawn pictures on the back. Stick figures. A girl, a dog, and an angel with a motorcycle.
Amy came out exhausted. “She survived. Tumor’s out. But Bear, it had spread. I got what I could but…”
“How long?”
“Maybe six months. Maybe a year. Maybe longer if we’re lucky.”
“That’s six months to a year more than she had.”
“You spending four grand on a stranger’s dog for maybe six months?”
“I’m spending four grand on a little girl’s hope.”
Daisy recovered slowly. I brought her home. Set up a bed in my living room. She couldn’t walk much at first. But every day, a little stronger. Every day, that tail wagging a little harder.
The collar tags had an address. Nice neighborhood that had seen better days. The kind where people were hanging on but barely. I knocked on the door at dinner time, figuring someone would be home.Continue reading…
