For all of us sentimentalists out there!





Please see below..............get the tissues ready!















































There is a God in the Post Office.

This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced.. I have
no
way to know who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working
in
the dead letter office of the US postal service .











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. I

told her that I thought we could so 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 play with balls and
to
swim. 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. 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.

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

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