Biker found the Golden Retriever chained to the bridge at 3 AM with a note that said “I can’t afford to put her down. Please don’t let her suffer.”
The dog was maybe eight years old. Tumor the size of a softball on her belly. Barely breathing.
Someone had left water and her favorite toy, a stuffed duck that was worn from years of love. But it was the second note in the collar that changed everything.
I’d stopped to check my bike when I heard whimpering. Years of riding, never seen anything like it.