Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll like it even if you don't
and may decide you need one.
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. But 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. 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
well I for one loved it. I cried my way through it. It reminded me of my mom's little dog. My mom had cancer and Muffin kinda nursed mom through it. Wouldn't let momma give up. I think she knew momma was really sick, and somehow she was the only one of us "kids" that could cheer momma up and make her realize that she did indeed have a reason to live. My sister and I will always be in debt to Muffin for helping us keep our momma for a while longer.
I LOVED THIS STORY I HAVENT HEARD IT B4. OMG i also cried all the way thru it it was so lovely. aren't dogs ace.
my grandad had a brain tumor he spent along time in hospital. the nusres even let my grandma take in their dog.
my grandad basically came home to die and his dog wouldnt leave his side. he lived another 10 years.