A "Feel Good" "Tear Jerker"
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A "Feel Good" "Tear Jerker"
Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll like it even if
you don't and may decide you need one.
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 dog just drooped, whining and
miserable. But 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. 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 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'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.
you don't and may decide you need one.
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 dog just drooped, whining and
miserable. But 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. 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 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'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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You just reminded me why I love all animals so much..... I can't imagine my life without them. The Neapolitan Mastiff we have is about 130 lbs., but is the sweetest big dummy I've ever had the pleasure to own. And she's got a thing about her toys and treasures, too. Whenever we get home from work or being out to dinner, etc. we immediately go over to her crate to let her out, and she darts over to her toy box, grabs a toy, and brings it to me. Now she's started doing it with ANYONE who comes in. Over to the toy box she goes, picks out a stuffed animal or squeaky toy, and proudly prances over with it in her mouth. It just melts my heart every time she does it, about 3 times a day. LOL They are so amazing..... humans could learn a lot from animals.
Sue
Sue
Sue
Diagnosed November 2004, Used Asacol and Lialda, sometimes worked, sometimes made it worse. Entocort always works but hate it. Remission only lasts 3-6 months and then back on Entocort. Enterolab test July 2017, now gluten free. Time will tell!
Diagnosed November 2004, Used Asacol and Lialda, sometimes worked, sometimes made it worse. Entocort always works but hate it. Remission only lasts 3-6 months and then back on Entocort. Enterolab test July 2017, now gluten free. Time will tell!
Sue 777!
Every time I read a post from you I can't believe how similar we are! My dog Rusty does the same thing! He has a basket for his toys and treasures in a bedroom corner, and everytime someone arrives at the house, he grabs one to take to them. (Shirley, thanks for the story!)
Also, my frogs carry on a conversation with me, too! They can be completely quiet for hours, and as soon as I go outside they start greeting me. I answer them and they answer back. This goes on for as long as I keep it up!
Love,
Polly
Every time I read a post from you I can't believe how similar we are! My dog Rusty does the same thing! He has a basket for his toys and treasures in a bedroom corner, and everytime someone arrives at the house, he grabs one to take to them. (Shirley, thanks for the story!)
Also, my frogs carry on a conversation with me, too! They can be completely quiet for hours, and as soon as I go outside they start greeting me. I answer them and they answer back. This goes on for as long as I keep it up!
Love,
Polly
Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never cease to be amused.
Well I'll be ... I didn't know there were other Dr. Dolittles in the group. I tend to carry on conversations with animals, also. I certainly hope that's not a symptom of MC. LOL.
Love,
Wayne
Love,
Wayne
It is suspected that some of the hardest material known to science can be found in the skulls of GI specialists who insist that diet has nothing to do with the treatment of microscopic colitis.
You aren't alone. I like to talk to animals and I ESPECIALLY like it when they answer back. Guess that's why I love birds so much. I also love my brother-in-laws little black Chin-Poo, named Inky. She is the puppy sitting in my daughter (Pam's) lap in "Shirley's Stuff" (Sally's photos). That little thing is so smart, I'm constantly amazed at her and she goes ballistic every time she sees me. One thing I love about her is she almost NEVER barks but she makes up for that tenfold with her actions.
Well, I got started and it's hard to stop. She lives Vero Beach so I'll see her a lot after Oct.
Shirley
Well, I got started and it's hard to stop. She lives Vero Beach so I'll see her a lot after Oct.
Shirley
When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber"
-- Winston Churchill
-- Winston Churchill
Try carrying on with a bloodhound!!!! It is hysterical!!! Larry and I will bellow just like they do for ever it seems! Our neighbors prolly think we are nuts!
The it though. They must understand us!!!
The it though. They must understand us!!!
"Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful." -- Buddha
Tell ya what, Wayne..... if there is a link between loving animals and having MC, I'll just have to accept the pain and discomfort of the disease, because there ain't no way I'm giving up animals. You may as well just shoot me first.
Sue
Sue
Sue
Diagnosed November 2004, Used Asacol and Lialda, sometimes worked, sometimes made it worse. Entocort always works but hate it. Remission only lasts 3-6 months and then back on Entocort. Enterolab test July 2017, now gluten free. Time will tell!
Diagnosed November 2004, Used Asacol and Lialda, sometimes worked, sometimes made it worse. Entocort always works but hate it. Remission only lasts 3-6 months and then back on Entocort. Enterolab test July 2017, now gluten free. Time will tell!