Mary and her husband Jim had a dog... Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had guests for a weekend visit, they would warn their friends not to 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 favourite 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 awoke, 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 favourite 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. And Lucky?... He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.  

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