blanket of love

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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 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. 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 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 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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We have met

the enemy and he is us.