Puppy dogs = LoVe

This is a beautiful email that was sent to one of Suzi Blu's 'students (in her Mixed Media classes) ...i just HAD to share X:-)

Lucky Dog.... > > > > > > 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.