My mum recently got a "new" dog.. a bassett hound from a resuce centre after her beloved mongrel died before Christmas. Bassetts are quite quirky so she has joined a couplw of 'doggy forums' for info etc and someone from a forum has just emailed the this..
Laura and her husband Charlie had a dog, Jack. Jack was a real
character.
Whenever Laura and Charlie had company come for a weekend visit they
would
warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Jack would
help
himself to whatever struck his fancy.
Inevitably someone would forget and something would later come up
missing.
Laura or Charlie would go to Jack's toy box in the basement and there
the
treasure would be, amid all of Jack's favorite toys. Jack always
stashed his
finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in
the
box!
It happened that Laura 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
Jack.
A thought struck her...what would happen to her dog Jack? Although
the
three-year-old dog liked Charlie, he was Laura's dog through and
through. If
I die, Jack will be abandoned, Laura 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 Laura than her doctors had
anticipated and Laura was hospitalized for over two weeks. Charlie took
Jack
for his evening walk faithfully but the dog just drooped, whining and
miserable. But finally the day came for Laura to leave the hospital.
When she arrived home, Laura was so exhausted she couldn't even
make it
up the steps to her bedroom. Charlie made his wife comfortable on the
couch
and left her to nap. Jack stood watching Laura but he didn't come to
her
when she called. It made Laura sad but sleep soon overcame her and she
dozed.
When Laura later 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 Laura realized the
problem.
She was covered, literally blanketed in every treasure Jack owned!
While she
had slept the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement
and
back bringing his beloved mistress his favorite ?treasured? things in
life.
He had covered her with his love.
Laura forgot about dying. Instead she and Jack began living
again, walking further and further together every night. It's been 12
years
now, and Laura is still cancer-free. Jack?
He still steals those treasures he finds and stashes them in his toy
box
but Laura remains his greatest treasure.
Live everyday to the fullest...