Someone in the Postal Service needs to be rewarded ...
A letter from the Post Office...

We don’t know who replied, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter department who understands Love...





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 that we could, so she dictated these words:

Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog?
Abbey 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.

Love
Meredith


We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey & 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 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 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.

Love,
God

Man, there must be a lot of pollen in the air. My eyes got runny after reading this. Great story.

Yep this !!!!

Thanks Trips !

Warn me next time before I start cutting onions. Water works over here!

Good read

Nice

And now all the nurses working with me are asking me what the hell is wrong..... teary eyed and sniffling after that one.

Moving……thanks for sharing this.

Not enough good folks, be one.

Damn onions.

If this doesnt melt your heart your pilot light is out!

Very moving indeed-

great story-thanks for sharing...

If it were a Pitt bull the return letter would have holes burned in it where Satans hands rested.

Sigh