WISHING ON A LUCKY STAR

WISHING ON A LUCKY STAR

From Chicken Soup for the Child's Soul

Wishing on a Lucky Star

My dog Lucy had a funny-shaped head. It was kind of sunken in above her ears. We found her like that. And even though she looked different, I thought she was the cutest dog I’d ever seen. Someone had given her up when they saw she was sick. So, we rescued Lucy and have taken care of her ever since.

I don’t think Lucy knew she looked different than the other retrievers. She ran around the park just like every other dog and was always happy.

“C’mon, Lucy, you can do it,” I remember saying when she first went in the pool. She was sniffing the water and put one paw in to test it out. I dribbled water onto her head, and she shook it off.

“I won’t let you drown. C’mon, girl,” I assured her. She trusted me and slowly climbed onto the first step, then the second. I clapped my hands. “I’ve got you, Loos. Come to me.” She leapt into the pool and swam across like a pro. She even got the ball when I threw it in the pool. But the best was when she got out of the pool and shook off the water onto everyone sitting outside. She got everyone wet. It was so funny!

When Lucy turned five years old (which is thirty-five in people years), her legs started to shake. And then one day her tummy started getting fat, and she couldn’t get up very well. My dad had to lift her up and carry her places. It looked like a hard job. Luckily, Dad was strong.

“We have to take Lucy to the hospital. She is very sick,” Dad told us. It didn’t sound good, and I was really scared. My brother, Eric, was only four, a few years younger than me. I don’t think he understood how serious this was.

Mom, Dad, Eric, and I dropped Lucy off at the pet hospital and gave her a big hug. “I love you, Lucy,” I said.

When we got home, I went into Eric’s room. “We have to put all of our wishes together for Lucy to get better. Come into my room when it gets dark, and we’ll start.”

“Start what?” he asked.

“You’ll see. Just come.”

That night we waited for the stars to come out and wished on a star. “Now close your eyes,” I said. “We wish that Lucy will come home from the doctor with a normal head, strong legs, and no more diseases. We wish that she’ll get all better, so she can run around the park with all the other dogs again.”

“Good one!” Eric said and smiled.

“We have to stick to this wish so it will be more powerful and come true.”

“Okay, I promise,” he agreed.

The next day, we wished on my eyelash. I blew it off my fingertip, and it flew away. That was a good sign. A couple days later, we went through a tunnel, and we made our wish again. I got it all in before we got out of the tunnel.

Eric and I took all the pennies out of my piggy bank before my soccer game. When we got to the park, I threw the pennies into the fountain one by one and made the same wish over and over again. Eric threw all of his in at the same time. I also snuck in a quarter because I thought it would be twenty-five times stronger since a quarter is worth twenty-five pennies.

The next night, we took a piece of cake out of the refrigerator and put a candle on it. We pretended it was Eric’s birthday, and he made the wish and blew out the candle. We figured it was worth a try even though that wish might not count because it wasn’t really his birthday.

Dad said he talked to the veterinarian, and Lucy was still very sick. The doctors didn’t know if they could make her better, but wanted us to come to the pet hospital and visit her anyway.

When we got there, the doctor came out in his long white coat. He knelt down to Eric and me and told us that Lucy was too sick to live anymore. He said, “I heard you made lots of wishes, and I want you to know that because of all your good thoughts, a miracle happened. Lucy was pregnant when you brought her here, but too sick to have healthy puppies. But by some miracle, one survived. This little guy is so lucky because not only is he alive, but he is completely healthy, too.”

Then he brought out the little puppy for us to see. He was so cute and looked like a little Lucy, with strong little legs, but no sunken-in head or diseases. But we couldn’t take him home yet, not for a few weeks.

“What should we name him?” asked Mom.

“How about Lucky?” I suggested.

“I want Lucky! I want Lucky!” Eric chanted.

Mom and Dad loved the name and said it was just right for our new little pup.

Before we went to sleep, Eric and I looked out the window and up at the stars. “Thank you for giving us Lucy, who gave us Lucky. We’ll take good care of him.”

Who says wishes can’t come true?

Melanie Joy Pastor

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