Diogenes
2009-01-26 01:04:29 UTC
I received this yesterday from a friend of ours. I don't know who
originally posted it:
There is a God in the Post Office. I have no way of knowing who sent
it, but there is a beautiful soul working somewhere in the US Postal
Service.
Our 14 year old Lab, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died,
my 4 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 Abbey? 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 c/o 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 placed it into the letter box at
our local post office. A few days later, she asked if God had received
her letter yet. I told her that I was sure that 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 entitled, '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 and
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
My sister is an artist and this letter reminded me very much of one of
her paintings. I hope when Meredith one day goes to Heaven she finds
Abbey waiting for her just like the dog in this picture:
www.corderart.com/dogs/black_lab_at_heaven_s_gate_copy.jpg
----
Diogenes (***@hotmail.com)
The wars are long, the peace is frail
The madmen come again . . . .
originally posted it:
There is a God in the Post Office. I have no way of knowing who sent
it, but there is a beautiful soul working somewhere in the US Postal
Service.
Our 14 year old Lab, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died,
my 4 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 Abbey? 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 c/o 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 placed it into the letter box at
our local post office. A few days later, she asked if God had received
her letter yet. I told her that I was sure that 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 entitled, '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 and
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
My sister is an artist and this letter reminded me very much of one of
her paintings. I hope when Meredith one day goes to Heaven she finds
Abbey waiting for her just like the dog in this picture:
www.corderart.com/dogs/black_lab_at_heaven_s_gate_copy.jpg
----
Diogenes (***@hotmail.com)
The wars are long, the peace is frail
The madmen come again . . . .