Skip to comments.'Dear God will you please take care of my dog'
Posted on 11/24/2012 3:20:00 PM PST by EinNYC
When Abbey, the beloved 14-year-old dog of the Scrivener family died, one little girl's grief was eased in the most touching of fashions.
Telling her parents that she wanted to write a letter to God, four-year-old Meredith dictated a note to her mother and together they traveled down to their post office in Brook Hollow, Texas to post it.
Two weeks later to their amazement, the family returned home to find a package wrapped in gold on their front porch addressed to 'Mer' and signed 'God, and one of his special angels.'
Inside the mysterious package was a book titled 'When a Pet Dies' by Fred Rogers and note, clearly sent in reply to the little girl's plea to God to 'please take care of my dog'
'Dear Meredith,' read the attached letter.
'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.
'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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Me too, sniffle, sniffle .
Unable to read. Seems my eyes are leaking....
Stupid blurry screen alert.
I agree! It is so hard to lose a pet.
Aw! Sheesh! And I’m a hardened old coot!
How come the screen is so blurry?
I must need new reading glasses.
Everything’s all blurry.
Obviously, the whole internet is messed up.
My little princess is getting older and has been losing a step. I am dreading that last car ride.
AW!!!!! How sweet. Thanks for posting this. :-)
Pass the kleenex.
I had a mobile vet come over to ease the passing of my 16.5 year old beloved cat Jester as she was dying from kidney failure. She probably would have died within a day or two on her own, but no one who loves their faithful pet would allow them to linger in pain. I felt that the trauma of being put into her cat traveling case and the car ride would be an unnecessary cruelty. The mobile vet came over, let me say goodbye, and gave her the pain-releasing injection on an ottoman draped with a towel. It took maybe 30 seconds. Then he and his assistant took her away for the cremation I asked for. I got her ashes back in a couple of weeks. That was the last kindness I could give her, not to have to go into the car and into a place with strange smells that was clearly not her home.
my dog, a black lab mix rescue named FOREST, FOREST DOG, looks identical to ABBY so she will have a new playmate in a few years.
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