Old dogs, war dogs, puppies or strays,
Poetry has power to brighten our days
Dog stories and poems are best read aloud,
To an audience of one or a theater crowd.
Best friends have power to brighten our days and this cancer survivor is aware of those ways. A dog with his treasures wanting to share, to comfort his person, to make her aware...
Submitted by Roberta Lee "Dove", DD., PhD., ND. Author Unknown
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 favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.
He was a comfort to Mary when she found out she had breast cancer. He sensed her sadness and kept close to her. Mary was very depressed, sure she was going to die of this disease. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night before she was to go into the hospital she cuddled with Lucky.
And she worried ... 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." That 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 Mary was discharged from the hospital. The trip home exhausted her so much she couldn’t make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.
But Lucky stood watching Mary. He didn’t come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.
When Mary awoke 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 down 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 has 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.