..I do believe in the kindness of others, however rare and precious that is. I saw this today on my sister's Facebook page and I want to share it with you all. I found it heart warming and raw. Back in 2009 our family dog, Kaycie had to be put to sleep (journal here: fav.me/d3tsswm)
I still miss her. Read on and I'm sure you'll understand my reasons for sharing this.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, and she dictated these words:
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 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. 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:
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 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.
Just in case people "come a-knocking", whatever terms you feel I'm worthy of to justify the outcome is fine by me. I forgot that you don't like to live in the real world. La-la land sure is appealing but nobody will take you seriously carrying on like a patronising, self-loathing, superiority complexed moron that has no idea about life and how shit it can really be. You got cut off because you're an idiot and I couldn't stomach your bullshit any more. Some people are worthy of compassion, others are not. If you dared take an objective view of the entire situation then perhaps you'd see things clearer. But no, it's fine, draw the worst possible conclusion and add a hefty dose of (attempted) guilt tripping so that your "avid fans" really turn up the pity-posts. You can make me sound like the worst person alive but I'll tell you this now; I couldn't care less what you think of me. You don't actually