A woman, breast cancer, and her dog! (True story)

[shandoggy1]

>A Woman's Best Friend
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> >A true Dog Story - Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll
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> >Mary and her husband Mike had a dog, Lucky. Lucky was a real character.
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> >Whenever Mary and Mike had company come for a weekend visit they would >warn
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> >their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help
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> >himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget >and
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> >something w ould come up missing. Mary or Mike would go to Lucky's toy >box
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> >in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's
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> >It happened that Mary found out she had br east cancer. Something told her
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> >she was going to die of this disease. She scheduled the double >mastectomy,
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> >The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky.
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> >A thought struck her ... what would happen to Lucky?
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> >Although the three-year-old dog liked Mike, he was Mary's dog through and >through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't >understand that I
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> >own death. The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had
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> >Mike took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just
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> >hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even
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> >She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic >soon
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> >She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned!
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> >While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the
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> >basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. >He
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> >Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every >night.
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> >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.
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> >Live every day to the fullest. Remember it is a blessing from God. The >people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most >credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the one who >really care - the ones who never forget you.
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[Dogsareme]

awwww, that is too sweet, it brought tears to my eyes.

[fancychicken]

Well now, doesn't that story just melt your heart.


I have one of my own.

I was married before and my husband was killed in a snowmobile accident. Obviously, I was overwhelmed with grief. Not only by his death, but the feeling of not knowing what to do, what was going to happen to me and the direction my life was going to take.

My cat Cleo, who is not the most affectionate cat, and also not the smartest of the bunch, would not leave my side. Everynight she would get in bed ( never ever did prior) lay on Bills pillow and lick me and purr. She would often bring me piles of her food and lay them on the floor next to me. Her toys became gifts for me. She would talk to me daily. Slowly as the months passed and Cleo felt i was getting stronger she started letting me go on my own. Now strangely enough ( 6 years later), whenever something brings a memory forward, or I have a dream, you can be sure Cleo is right there by my side, talking me through it.

[shandoggy1]

Originally Posted by fancychicken

Well now, doesn't that story just melt your heart.


I have one of my own.

I was married before and my husband was killed in a snowmobile accident. Obviously, I was overwhelmed with grief. Not only by his death, but the feeling of not knowing what to do, what was going to happen to me and the direction my life was going to take.

My cat Cleo, who is not the most affectionate cat, and also not the smartest of the bunch, would not leave my side. Everynight she would get in bed ( never ever did prior) lay on Bills pillow and lick me and purr. She would often bring me piles of her food and lay them on the floor next to me. Her toys became gifts for me. She would talk to me daily. Slowly as the months passed and Cleo felt i was getting stronger she started letting me go on my own. Now strangely enough ( 6 years later), whenever something brings a memory forward, or I have a dream, you can be sure Cleo is right there by my side, talking me through it.

Oh Fancy, I am so sorry about your past husbands death, very sad. I think it is strange how animals do things for us at the most perfect time for needing them. About 11 years ago when my grandmother died and I was very close to her. I found a small pup on the side of the road 2 weeks to the day of her death and he helped me through my loss. He was the most calm, loving, and easily trained dog and he was only 5 weeks old when I found him. His behavior was so unusual for a young puppy and even as he grew I thought he was sick. I think he was so perfect because he was sent from above with love from my grandma. He is now 11 years old and still has alot of spunk but has since adopted my mother LOL! He has been the best dog we have ever owned and I hope he has a few more years left in him.