The Cry Under the Bridge

It was 3 a.m. when a biker stopped on an old bridge and heard a soft cry in the dark.

Tied to a beam was a Golden Retriever with a huge tumor on her belly — and beside her, a note:

“Her name is Daisy. She has cancer. I can’t afford to help her. Please don’t let her suffer.”

Then he saw another note tucked in her collar — written in purple crayon:

“Please save Daisy. She’s all I have left after Mommy went to heaven. Daddy says she has to die, but Mommy said angels ride motorcycles.
There’s $7.43 in her collar — my tooth fairy money. Please don’t let her die alone.
Love, Madison (7).”

The biker sat down and cried. Then he made a promise.
If angels ride motorcycles — tonight, he’d be one.

He called his vet friend at 3 a.m.

“We’re doing this,” he said. “A little girl gave me $7.43 to save her dog.”

The surgery worked. Daisy survived.

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