Meet John Watson. He is heartbroken by the death of his best friend. His fate might be improved if he had a Sassy Gay Doctor.
“I get it. He put a hole in your heart and a head in your fridge.”
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:
Dear God,
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.
Love, Meredith
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:
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 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.
Love, God
Don’t say you’re too busy to reblog this.TEARS.
I have to. Ohmygod.
I’ll just leave this here and go off to sob
This really made me feel warm inside. *wipes eyes*
Oh dear, this is sad, and all kinds of sweet.
And all I want is to piss on everyone’s parade and be like, keep your religious believes away from impressionable children. Pets die. People die. It’s sad, but it’s not the end of the world.
End of story. Sorry if it’s not the teary eyed version you prefer.
This is cute and all, but I agree with jeazard here.
Besides, God forgot to mention that Heaven is not for animals. At least last time I checked, according to the Bible, only humans were special enough for that.
It’s okay to want to help a little girl deal with death, and that “your pet lives on in your heart / its spirit is somewhere safe etc” stuff is maybe a way to do it, but using Christian religion is probably not the best idea in that case, because yeah, not how it works. :/
I agree with both of these guys^
It’s awesome that you want to comfort your daughter and all, but telling her that “all dead things go to Heaven” is not the thing to tell her. I get it that you want a wholesome, Christian daughter, but feeding her falsehoods about life and death is not the way to do that. Christianity is not about never dying, and going to heaven and such. Teach her morals, teach her kindness and the difference between right and wrong, but not this. This isn’t preaching to her about Your Lord, this is like telling her the clouds are marshmallows, or Earth is flat.
