Bikers see an abandoned cage and what they find inside changes their lives forever

Whenever I think about people who would hurt animals, and even leave them to die, I get sad. But fortunately, there are heroes out there, too. And two that I’d like to give special thanks to are Bret Winingar and his son, Zach…

Bret and Zach were riding a motorcycle on the back roads around Little Rock, Arkansas when they saw an old dog carrier.

Their curiosity was piqued, so they went for a closer look. Shockingly, there was a severely malnourished dog inside.

The carrier was covered with feces, and the dog had chewed a hole in the carrier in an apparent effort to free herself.The vet determined that she was about eight months old. Based on the wounds on the Charlie’ body, the vet guessed that she had been in the carrier for a long time.

Charlie Bravo’s story quickly spread on Facebook. And soon, Bret and Zach started receiving donations from kind souls who wanted to help pay for Charlie’s veterinary costs.

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