the dog lucky

i seen this email and had to share it with all of my freinds on this site because it made me cry it is a must read for every one.
Lord put your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth.

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, wal king 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

A small request: All you are asked to do is keep this circulating.

Dear God, I pray for the cure of cancer. Amen

All you are asked to do is keep this circulating Even if it's to one more person.

By shela
Posted December 17, 2008 at 11:29 am
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Wonderful story filled with truth. Dogs (and cats too) are amazingly perceptive. My dog Sadie did not leave my side when i came home from the hospital and then had chemo. I used to say that i had a "pet scan" everyday, because her eyes were always on me. I do believe in curative powers of a loving pet.

By gg1
Posted December 17, 2008 at 12:13 pm
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When I was first diagnosed, I thought I would be gone within a year and my first thought was what would happen to my dog Roamie. I set about finding her caretakers, number one two and three. My Mom had a dog who literally died of a broken heart without her. I was afraid that Roamie would jump on my incision area after my surgery but she knew, she just knew. I'm with Shela, I do believe in curative powers of a loving pet. All Hail the power of pets!

By gg1
Posted December 17, 2008 at 12:17 pm
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When I was first diagnosed, I thought I would be gone within a year and one of my first thoughts was what would happen to my dog Roamie. I set about finding her caretakers, number one two and three. My Mom had a dog who literally died of a broken heart without her. I was afraid that Roamie would jump on my incision area after my surgery but she knew, she just knew. I'm with Shela, I do absolutely believe in the curative powers of a loving pet. All Hail the power of pets!

By melf
Posted December 17, 2008 at 6:25 pm
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My max never left me either. It was winter and I admit that I was so thankful for his added warmth. Thinking back to pre-diagnosis, I think that he got clingy even then. They truly are wonderful beasts.

And then there is the frog that I cleaned at 2am because I could nto sleep last night, the bunny foo foo that wanted attention and Lola the hamster who always comes running to the cage door when i happen to be nearby... Love all my critters!

Melissa

By KellyRilla
Posted December 17, 2008 at 9:01 pm
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So wonderful and uplifting. I am recovering from a double mastectomy myself. Fun times! It's getting better everday though, thanks to much love and prayers sent from above.

GOD is good ALL the time!

By cjs08
Posted December 20, 2008 at 10:41 am
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Thank you for this wonderful story. I love this site and the people who are a part of it. I need these simple reminders everyday and will go out and try to make another smile...

By Manuelaingermany
Posted January 11, 2009 at 6:13 am
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what a great storie. Our Labrador died almost 2 years ago. I had wanted a new dog, but my husband, who is from Croatia, was against it, since his father had a stroke, and he is flying to Croatia from Germany about once a month. When we had our dog, he would always have to take the car (about 12 hour drive) because I would have to work, and we had noone here to take good enough care of our baby. Now that I am sick, and my doctor said, I will probably never have to go back to work (early retirement for health reasons), my husband promised me a new puppie, when I feel better. I am worried, because the cancer is so vicious, that even though I might be cancer free after my chemo (I will have my first next week), I might still have a relapse very soon after. (have stage 4). I so much would love to have a dog, but if I am not there, it will be all on my husband, and he has to work. So I am torn, it would be so good for me, to have a little puppie brighten my days, yet I am not sure if it would be best for the puppie. We will see.

By kla
Posted January 11, 2009 at 8:54 am
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I am one of those crazy animal people who lives in the country. Have a dog or kitten who needs house breaking Mom . K. please. The one legged mutt who needs some special care before being adopted out. My sons greatest worry was that I would turn into one of those cat ladies.I assured him the town already had one of those and in a town of 365 including cats and dogs the position wasn't available.. There was a time for about 6 months to a year if some one was missing an animal including horse the fire chief would direct them to my house, Like I said small town.
Strangely enough that was just the time that I was going through a lot of personal tragedy & beginning to get sick.I began to look forward to coming home to see who would be waiting.The tragedy had cut me off from people and quiet honestly I was barely able to keep from not living . I knew most of the animals came from good homes because of their condition & I knew most would be missed But I did enjoy those evenings cuddelled with some loving new stranger.And my family of loves welcomed them with open paws.I also began to meet new and wonderful people who came to my door to retrieve their friends & not knowing of the tragedy weren't tounge tied as to what to say.A very dear young friend and I have discussed this and other things that happened during that time and her simple answer is god sends angels you'll let in the door . Mine were furry ones.
My family of friends grew during that time by two wonderful dogs .One who came to my house to retire from being a working lab and another delivered by a friend of my sons 2 months to the day of my sons murder .My son had arranged for me to have one of their puppies when he found out there dog was expecting as mine was getting old and losing her sight & he worried about me living out here without a good watchdog.I honestly don't know how I would have made it thru all of this without them. My sweet favorite daughter as my girls called her passed last spring she was 15 and she died quietly in her sleep curled up next to me in bed.My gallant southern gentleman passed right before Christmas.He evidently decided to go down goose hunting. And one of those wonderful crusty rice farmers brought him home for a proper burial.There are at least a hundred stories I could tell you about all of my angels in fur coats,but I have gone on far to long.
Manuel My suggestion is give a shelter a call and ask them if they have a dog who needs a loving short term home.Yes you can get attached ,but you can also be foster Mom to a number of loving furry angels on their way to bless a home with the love and care you can give them in a time of need.There are many animals in shelters now because of the economy, think of it as a way to help the country recover and get a cold nose in your ear when it's time to get up.I don't need no stinking alarm clock I got a dog.:)

By paintergal
Posted June 9, 2009 at 9:45 pm
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My dog and cat were constantly by my side when i went through chemo. Molly,my dog,slept as close to the bed as she could get without getting on the bed. She was the motivation to get outside and walk every day. The cat had this freaky habit of licking my bald scalp every morning when i lost my hair,to wake me up!! She has a really scratchy tongue! What a pair! I love them both so much and worry about them should my cancer get worse!!!

By Brown_Eyes
Posted June 9, 2009 at 10:39 pm
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Yeah, awesome story :)

My dog was acting so weird that week before my surgery, right after I saw my Dr for the first time, that it confirmed to me that I had cancer. I already felt like I knew, but when she started being funky, I REALLY knew... Amazing the tools, even furry ones, that God uses :)

She is hilarious and makes me laugh, she's hyper and makes me exercise, she's annoying and makes me react even when I want to ignore life, she's warm and keeps me warm, she's sweet when I need affection....

You get the idea. When I went to the pound for the 4-5th time looking for the right dog, I knew in my gut as soon as I saw her that she was for me. God has used her in so many ways to minister to me.... Including jumping on my ex-boyfriend and nailing him in the crotch every time he came over to hang out :)

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