maherwoman
Well-Known Member
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 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 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.
"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual
beings having a human experience."
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 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 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.
"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual
beings having a human experience."
