Get out the Kleenex....                                                   
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
  This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced.  I have no way  
  of knowing who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead
  letter office at the Post Office.                                        
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  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