Thanks Yanna, for sharing this beautiful story!
I still have tears in my eyes.
Happy Mother's Day.
Patti.
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Sent: Sunday, May 13, 2001 7:58 AM
Subject: A *Golden* Treasure Box
Dear fellow Golden
lovers, I received this story recently and thought it would be nice to
share. Enjoy!! [BTW -- I do not know whether it is true or not.] And
Happy Mother's Day to all the Brier Pups' Moms out there! Best, Yanna
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Jill and her husband Jack had a Golden Retriever named Lucky. Lucky
was a real character. Whenever Jill and Jack had company come for a
weekend visit they would warn their friends not to leave their
suitcases open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his
fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would then come
up missing. Jill or Jack 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 Jill
found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die
of this disease as she was just sure it was fatal. Jill 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 Golden liked Jack he
was Jill's dog through and through. If I die Lucky will be abandoned, Jill
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 Jill than her doctors had anticipated and she
needed to be hospitalized for over two weeks. Jack took Lucky for his
evening walk faithfully but the dog just drooped, whining and miserable.
But finally the day came for Jill to leave the hospital. When she arrived
home Jill was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her
bedroom, so her husband made her comfortable on the couch and left her to
nap. Lucky stood watching Jill but he didn't come to her when she called.
It made her sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.
When
Jill 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 Jill realized the problem. She was covered --
literally blanketed in every treasure Lucky owned! While she has 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.
In turn, Jill forgot about dying.
Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further
together every night. It has been 12 years now and Jill is still
cancer-free. And, Golden Lucky? Well, he still steals treasures and
stashes them in his toy box. But, Jill remains his greatest treasure, of
course.
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