Pet's Age
2

City
Johns Island

Tell us why your pet is the best ambassador for the Palmetto Rescue Brew Beer (from your pet's perspective)
May 31st.
That was the day dad (spoiler: I’m a foster fail) called mom to tell her he was a part of a company-wide downsize. Mom was a teacher and summer break was about to start. They decided to use their time at home to put some “good” back into the universe; they agreed to foster.

This is where I come in.

I was born behind a dumpster in a Starbucks’ parking lot. I was 4 weeks old when I met my foster parents and the first thing they noticed about me was my bob-tail. The vet techs at CAS told us I would most likely stay until mid-August until I gained weight and would be available for adoption at the shelter. They named me June, maybe because it was June?

I overheard mom promise dad she would find me a loving home and I wouldn’t stay— I had other plans because I had come to really love them. I would do this thing where I’d let out a meow, find mom, and curl up on her lap. Every day I would do this. Mom would start to cry and look at dad.

At my last checkup appointment, dad glanced at my paperwork. It said my estimated birthday was May 31st. Mom whispered how it wasn’t a coincidence, but a sign.

All I know is I never went back to the shelter...

I’d be the purrrfect Palmetto Rescue Brew Beer Ambassador because new beginnings are always a reason to celebrate!