Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll like
it even if you don't ---- you may decide you need one.
Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, 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 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... 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 s he 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 dog just drooped, whining and
miserable. But 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. Panic soon gave way to
laughter though when Mary realized the problem. she
was covered, literally blanketed in every treasure
Lucky owned! While she had slept the sorrowing dog had
made trip after trip to the basement and back bringing
his beloved mistress 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 night. 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
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