Thursday, March 5, 2009

God at the Post Office

I've not been absent; just incredibly busy working lots of overtime. On the way home, I was all set to write something tonight, but then a resident stopped by with a long-winded complaint to bring before our HOA board. Interrupted my dinner and everything. It was almost 9 o'clock when he finally left.

Anyway, I thought that wiped out any opportunity for me to get up a new post tonight, but then I checked my email and found this, which I just had to share with all you animal lovers. (especially you, Fred!)

Our 14 year old dog, 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? 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.

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.

(I'm sure I won't be the only one to have tears in my eyes at this point.) I don't know who the original author was; feel free to share if you have any more info!


  1. What a beautiful story! It brought tears to my eyes.

  2. Yeah, me, too. There was a very kind soul at that post office!

    Thanks for sharing.

    Nancy in Atlanta

  3. Thanks, Allison. I'll show this to Sarah.

  4. Awesome! That's been making the rounds on the internet for awhile, but it always makes me smile. What a precious thing to do - on both sides!

  5. I'm sitting at work, slinking down my monitor so I can wipe my eyes.


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