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As a kid, our family always had golden labrador's as pets. When both my
older brothers had left home the dog became MY dog. My dog was called Lucky and
he was my devoted shadow until he passed away.
So when this story about a dog named Lucky arrived in my inbox, the memories
flooded back and I thought it would be a great story to share. So, with thanks
to the many people who sent it to me... here is the story of Mary and her great
friend Lucky.
"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 favourite 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 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 favourite 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.
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most
credentials, the most money, or the most awards... They're the ones who care.
'Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of
battle.'
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