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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, 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 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 awoke 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.
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, 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 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 awoke 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.
