“Probably three thousand dollars. Maybe more.”
He didn’t flinch. “I’ll pay it. All of it. And when she’s healed, she’s coming home with me.”
“But nothing,” he said. “She fought to stay alive. I’m not giving up on her. Tell me what I need to sign.”
I sat there, watching this man I’d feared commit to thousands of dollars and months of care for a puppy he’d found in a ditch.
He handed over his credit card without hesitation.Continue reading…