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Friday, April 17, 2009

Lucky Dog







Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll like it even if you don't and you may even decide you need 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....live every day to the fullest. Each minute is a blessing from God. 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 that care for us. If you see someone without a smile today give them one of yours!
Live simply.
Love seriously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.










9 comments:

Albert A Rasch said...

Beautiful, and wonderful.

Albert
Regards,
Albert
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CDGardens said...

Thanks for sharing this post...very sweet.

EcoRover said...

Beautiful dog story, thank you. Dogs can show us the way.

Anonymous said...

What a lovely story. Thanks for sharing it.

Anonymous said...

That was one of the best stories I ever read. Pet's feel and care more than we realize.

Anonymous said...

Marian - Very touching post! What a great message.

Marian Ann Love said...

Thanks everyone for coming by...we need a heartwarming story to tell this day in time! :)

Long Ridge Deer Camp said...

What a compellingly touching story Marian! Our beloved pets are so much more sensitive of our feelings than we can ever be of theirs. Those who have not known this love in their lives are surely deprived. I would rather be a rock in a sandpile than not to have experienced it myself. Thanks! Jack

Cathy Smith said...

Hey Marian,

Great story!! Made me cry. It reminded me of my dog Bear. When Arlene was taking horrible chemo for advanced breast cancer, the adriamycin would actually seep through her skin staining her pjs and bedding red.

Even though Bear was my dog, he began sleeping in Arlene's room for the entire time that she had chemotherapy and then radiation treatments.

If she put her hands, feet, legs or arms out from under the blankets he would lick her to try and clean the adriamycin from her skin! It is a wonder he didn't die from all that poison. I knew that she was on the road to recovery when he stopped sleeping by her bed and returned to my bedroom to spend the night.

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