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

She pulled papers from her folder. “I have a court order giving me temporary guardianship of your assets — including the dog. Animal control is waiting downstairs.”

I stepped forward. “Bull is competent. You can’t do this.”

“His doctor’s report says he’s been confused,” Rachel countered. “That makes him legally incapable of decisions.”

She was twisting the facts — Bull had been disoriented after surgery, not now.

I reached for the phone. “I’m calling hospital legal.”

“Do that,” Rachel said. “Officers, please—”

Bull suddenly sat up, gasping. “Please! Don’t take him! He’s all I have!”

Duke pressed against him, whining softly.

Rachel reached for Duke’s collar. He let out a low, warning growl — the first I’d ever heard.

“See?” Rachel cried. “Aggressive! Restrain him!”

The older officer shook his head. “Ma’am, I’m not getting between that dog and his owner. This isn’t our call.”

Bull’s voice broke. “Please, baby girl. I’ll give you my bike, my house, anything. Just don’t take Duke.”

“I don’t want your things,” she spat. “I want you to face what you’ve done.”

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