Mary and her husband Jim had a dog called Lucky.
He was a real character.
Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for the weekend visit, they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever stuck his fancy.
Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come missing Mary and Jim would go to Lucky's toybox in the basement and there the treasure would be, in the middle of all Lucky's favorite toys. Lucky allways stashed his finds in his toybox and he was very particular that his
toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out that she had breast cancer.
Something told her that she was going to die of this disease...in fact, she was just sure it was fatal.She scheduled the doubble mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night before she was to go to hospital, she cuddled with Lucky.

The thought struck her, what would happend to Lucky?
Allthough, the 3 year old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through.
If I die, Lucky will be abondonet, Mary thought.
He wont understand that I didnt want to leave him.
The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.
The double mactoctomy was harder on Mary than her doctors has anticipated
and Mary was hospitalized for over 2 weeks.
Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped,
vhining and miserable.
Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital.
Mary was so exhausted she coudnt 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 didnt come to her when she called.
It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame and she dozed.
When Mary woke, for a second, she couldnt understand what is wrong.
She coudlnt move her body and her body felt heavy and hot.
But panic soon gave away to a laughter when Mary realizes 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 his 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 day.
Its been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.
Lucky, he still steals treasures and stahes them in his toybox,
but Mary remains his greatest treasure.
Remember...live every day to the fullest!
Every minute is a blessing.
And never forget...the people who make a difference in our lifes
are not the ones with the most credentials,
the most money, or the most awards.
They are the ones that care for us.