Chance

Chance was found in a parking lot dragging his blanky. Someone dropped him off at Petco. He had a huge growth on his toe and was going to the vet the following day. Chance looked to be somewhere between four and five years old at the time. It was to be determined if he would be put to sleep.

My daughter begged to adopt him and agreed to foot all the bills, if she could. After some degree of urgent persistence on my daughter`s part, the manager agreed to let Chance go home with Julie.

Chance went in for surgery the following day. He lost his pinky toe but the growth was benign!

Chance came to Grandma`s to be babysat when Julie left town on occasion--and he always loved it here. In fact, he really bonded closely with me.

One day, Julie asked if we would just like to keep him.

Chance lived several more years here with us. He was a great boy. We still miss him.

Love, Zoo