One quiet night at 3 AM, I came across a Golden Retriever named Daisy near the old Cedar Creek Bridge. She was weak and unwell, with a visible growth on her belly. Beside her lay a small bowl of water, a well-loved stuffed duck, and two handwritten notes—one from an adult and one from a child.The first note explained that Daisy’s family loved her deeply but could no longer provide the care she needed. It was heartbreaking, yet it was the second note that truly touched my soul.
