Biker’s Estranged Daughter Showed Up With Police To Take His Dog While He Was Dying

“Because that animal is a danger to staff and patients,” she said, voice rising. “He growled at a child two weeks ago. I have a witness.”

That was a lie. Duke had simply stepped protectively between Bull’s wheelchair and a toddler who ran toward him screaming — never a growl, never a threat.

“I’ll see if your father is ready for visitors,” I said, moving toward the door.

Rachel brushed past me. “I don’t need permission to see my own father.”

When I got into Bull’s room, Duke was lying beside the bed, head resting gently on Bull’s lap. Bull looked pale but peaceful.
“Bull,” I said softly, “your daughter’s here — with police. She says she wants to take Duke.”

Bull’s face went ashen. “Rachel? My Rachel?” His voice cracked. “I haven’t seen her in eight years.”

Rachel entered, flanked by the officers. She glanced at her father, then at the dog, and her lip curled.
“This is exactly what I expected. You nearly die, and you’re still putting that animal before everything else.”

Bull’s eyes filled with tears. “Baby girl, you came?” He reached for her, trembling. “I missed you so much.”

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