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This                                 really is  a                                 great                                  story!                                 Lucky                                 Dog…. 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, walking 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.   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.                                  
A                                 small request
All                                 you are asked to do is keep this                                 circulating.
I pray for the cure of                                 cancer. Please                                 support research.
All you are asked to do                                 is keep this circulating, even if it is only to                                 one more person, in memory of anyone you know                                 that has been struck down by cancer or is still                                 fighting their                                 battle.