In September 2009, I saw a little dog in the gutter. I turned the car around and drove back by the dog to see if it moved. I took it home to check it out. When we got home, I had my husband sit in his recliner as I checked out the pup.
There were grazes on the scalp that I believe came from a car or truck driving over the pup. Took it to the vet who said it was fine and we made an appointment to have him fixed. I named him Chico and he was with me till June 2022 when he was 13.
He wasn't thriving and the vet said he missed his canine friend who had been put down the previous fall because of cancer. I had tried different foods besides the dry he couldn't chew because of loss of teeth, but there was nothing to help him.
He now lays in the ground where he is free from pain. Having crossed over the rainbow bridge he in playing with his friend Junior. Rest in Peace Chico. Mama loves you!
MANSFIELD, WA
