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 end 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, Lucky made trip after trip to the basement
and brought 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 treasure.
      Live everyday to the fullest because every day is a blessing from God!