Love Grandpa and GranBeverly
There is a God in the Post Office…This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month.
The day after she died, my 5 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words: Dear God,Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.Love, Meredith.We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith, 'in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:Dear Meredith,Abbey arrived safely in heaven.Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.Love,God
This one got me. I thought that was so sweet. I have been a little emotional these past few days, not sad or depressed just more emotional and listening to the Once soundtrack isnt helping my cause much.
Ofcourse I love my dog, he is the joy of my life and has been since the day we met. He just had his winter coat cut for spring/summer weather and we had a little photo shoot before the haircut. He was really fluffy, fluffier than usual. He gets upset after a while during haircuts but I told him that he would feel better after and like all the hair gone. I guess that calmed him down (less squirming, biting and groaning) and the cut took alot less time that it usually does.
His eyes are going grey now. He is getting slower. He doesnt greet me at the door anymore. Now he just rolls over on his back wherever he is laying (mostly my bed) and paws at me until I get close enough to rub his belly. This must go on for at least 10 minutes or so.
I have gotten a lot of flack from various people over the years. "Its just a dog", "You spoil that dog too much", "Your crazy". Etc. But I dont care, Sometimes you just have to not care what other people think and follow your heart. Thats all KC does, he is pure innocent emotion all day everyday. I have a feeling that they dont know his booboo ways, how he hides behind me when he is scared, how he has to show me the treat or cookie he has before he will eat it, how he purposefully looks away from the camera when Im trying to take his picture, how he tells me when he needs water, how he comes running up to me with the most serious and concerned look on his face if I so much as wimper, how he talks to me in "roorooroos", and looks at me with all the sweetness in the world. If you dont think your dog can teach YOU things, your not listening with your heart. I cant look in his booboo eyes, and not feel my heart fill up.
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