I received this dog story from one of those email chains that everyone gets now and again. It’s a “Lucky” dog story worth posting 
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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…live every day to the fullest. And never forget….
the people who make a difference in our lives are not the ones
with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards.
They are the ones who care for us.
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