A biker discovered a Golden Retriever chained to an old bridge at 3 AM, with a note that read, “I can’t afford to put her down. Please don’t let her suffer.”

“Bring her in. I’ll be here.”

I carried Daisy to my truck. She lay in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on me. I retrieved my bike later.

Dr. Amy greeted us at the clinic. Her face fell.

“Bear, this is advanced. Even removing the tumor won’t guarantee anything.”

“Do it anyway.”