baragabrat
03-25-2009, 06:06 AM
I usually don't post stuff like this but this was so touching it brought tears to my eyes.
More than likely not true, but sweet nevertheless.
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 f 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 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.
More than likely not true, but sweet nevertheless.
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 f 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 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.