A child’s letter to God
Did last week’s column about the dog food diet make you laugh? Here’s what a friend reported. Let’s call her Mary because she would kill me if I used her real name. Apparently she attended a meeting, and the speaker was so horribly boring that Mary took out her copy of the News-Times and started reading this column in her lap, hoping no one would notice. She says at first she just vibrated. Then her eyes watered, her nose started running and finally she burst out laughing. Other people at the table gave her disapproving looks, so Mary quickly stuffed the newspaper back into her purse.
Well, Mary, watch out because today’s column is the opposite of “funny” and it just may bring you to tears (as it did me), so you better have a tissue handy. The following was sent in by two people on the same day – Jackie Anderson of Seal Rock and Kay Baiz of Newport. This is supposedly a true story.
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Our 14-year-old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she passed away, 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’m 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 swim and play with balls. 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. 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 unfamiliar handwriting.
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, and I recognized her 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'm 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.
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You know, folks. I don’t care if this story is true or not. Our world needs more stories like this one and more people like the wonderful person at the post office who went out of his or her way to help a grieving little girl.
Bobbie Lippman is a professional writer who lives in Seal Rock with her husband, Burt, their dog, Charley, and a shelter cat named Lap Sitter. Bobbie can be contacted at email@example.com
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