My friend, Diana Reynolds (nanny/dog lover/friend/dancer/sister/gift giver) sent this to
me today, and I wanted to share it with you. It is an unknown email she received and forwarded to me,
so we have no way of knowing the original author…but I am grateful for the amazing love this story shares…
I have no way to know who sent it, but there is some very kind soul
working in the dead letter office of the US postal service. Some of you may
know that 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.
She dictated and I wrote: “Dear God, Will you please take special
care of our dog, Abbey? She died yesterday and is in heaven. We miss her very
much. We are happy that you let us have her as our dog even though she got
sick. I hope that you will play with her. She liked to play with balls and swim
before she got sick. I am sending some pictures of her so that when you
see her in heaven you will know she is our special dog. But I really do
Love, Meredith Claire
PS: Mommy wrote the words after Meredith told them to her. “
We put that in an envelope with 2 pictures of Abbey, and addressed it
to God in Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith stuck
some stamps on the front because, as she said, it may take lots of stamps to
get a letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon I let her drop it into
the letter box at the post office.
For a few days, she would ask if God had gotten the letter. I told her
that I thought He had. Yesterday, we took the kids to Austin to a natural
history museum. When we got back, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on
our front porch. Curious, I went to look at it. It had a gold star card on
the front and said “To: Meredith” in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith took it
in and opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers, “When a Pet Dies.” Taped to
the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God, in its opened
envelope (which was marked Return to Sender: Insufficient address). On
the opposite page, one of the pictures of Abbey was taped under the words
We turned to the back cover, and there was the other picture of Abbey,
and this handwritten note on pink paper:
“Dear Meredith, I know that you will be happy to know that Abbey arrived
safely and soundly in Heaven! Having the pictures you sent to me was such a big help.
I recognized Abbey right away. You know, Meredith, she isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with
me–just like she stays in your heart–young and running and playing. Abbey
loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have
any pockets to keep your beautiful letter in. I am sending it to you with the
pictures so you will have this book to keep and remember Abbey. One of my
angels is taking care of this for me. I hope the little book helps. Thank
you for the beautiful letter. Thank your mother for sending it. 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 am wherever there is love.
PS: A special angel wrote this after God told him the words.”
2 Comments on “How God Works…Through Us…”
Hello — I am Joy, Meredith’s mama, and dog-mama to Abbey. I wanted to let your readers know that Cary Clack wrote this story in our local paper, the San Antonio Express News, last year.
Since the story was published, it has gone international. Such a small act of anonymous kindness has deeply touched many, many animal lovers; I think the person who wrote the letter was writing it for everyone who’s lost a pet, not just our family.
I just wanted to give proper credit to Cary Clack and the SAEN.
PS: Meredith is in kindergarten now, and we have 2 new four-legged family members. Mer still misses Abbey sometimes…
I am not a religious person; in fact, most of the time I tend to think I am atheist. But this story perfectly sums up what *I* think God is — God is US, our ability to love people and our need to do good.
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