Hey FT Masterchiefawesome here with a little hap y feel that just happened to me.
Our dog Abbey died last month. Pic re ated,
it' s her and my sister Merideth. For s after,
Merideth was crying and trickin about how ',',',',1' lolh' e," missed
Abbey, She asked me if she colli:: l write a letter to God so that
when Abbey t to heaven, God would recognize her. I know
what you’ re . . g right now "lol christianfag!"
I' m actually Buddhist and I' m also not going to try to explain
the controversy over the existence of god to a fucking
heartbroken ! It' d be a harmless way to give her a
little closure on the matter, so I told her that it was a good idea.
This is what she wrote:
Dear God, Will you lease take care of my dog?
She died yesterday and is with yon in heaven.
I miss her very much. I 'm ha that you let
me have her as my dog even though
she t sick. I hope you will play with her.
She ikes to swim and play with tennis balls.
I am sending a icture of her so when yon
see hers/ will ow that she is my dog.
Me an my brother really miss her.
Love, Merida "
We the letter in an envelope with the icture of Abbey
tii, 1 and addressed it to Heaven. e also our return
address on it. Meredith pasted several stam s on e front of
the envelope because she said it would take ots of stamps to
t the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she
t', l,' l,' i) it into the letter box at the
post Mice. A few days later, she asked if God had
tten the letter yet, and I told her that I thought He had
Even thou h I was sure it was in the trash bin at some
post office y now). But yesterday, there was a package
ma ed in Id paper on our front porch addressed,
To Dredi f in unfamiliar handwriting. I it to Meredith
to open. Inside was abook by Mr, Rogers c ed, 'When a Pet Dies'
Taped to the inside front cover was the letter she 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 safer in heaven.
Havin the picture was a big help an I recognized
her rig t away. Abbey isn' t sick anymore, shes living
here ha , and will do so forever. Sadly, I don' t have
any poc ets to kee your picture in so I m sendin it
back to you in this 'ttle book for you to keep and ave
something to remember Abbey by.
Thanksyou for the beautiful letter and thank your
brother for helping yon write it and sending it to me.
I picked him especially for you.
RS . Abbey loved being your dog. . . "