This is a true love story. If you like dogs, you will love this one.
Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named 'Lucky.' Lucky was a real character.
Whenever Mary
and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to
not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck
his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up
missing
Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy
box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's other
favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was
very particular that his toys stay in the box.
It happened that Mary
found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of
this disease in fact; she was just sure it was fatal.
She
scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night before
she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck
her....what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim,
he was Mary's dog through and through.
If I die,
Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want
to leave him! The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own
death.
The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had
anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for
his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and
miserable.
Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When
she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps
to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to
nap.
Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she
called.. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she
dozed.
When Mary
woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move
her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter
when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with
every treasure Lucky owned!
While she had
slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his
beloved mistress all his favorite things in life.
He had covered
her with his love.
Mary forgot about dying. Instead
she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every
day. It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky. He
still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his
greatest treasure.
Remember it's not those who have the most money, but it's those who care who matter?
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