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.”

Madison’s address was on the collar tags. The neighborhood was worn-down but lived-in. I knocked on the front door just after dinner.

A man answered. His face paled when he saw me.

“Are you missing a dog?”

He shook. “Daisy? You found her?”

“She’s alive, recovering. Surgery went as well as it could.”