A Child’s Faith and an Adult’s Kindness


I received the fol­low­ing as a for­warded email and just had to pass it on. But I tend to be a bit cyn­i­cal, so I checked it out on Snopes first — hop­ing it would indeed be true… and it is! (By the way, www​.Snopes​.com and www​.TruthOr​Fic​tion​.com are great sites where you can search and, most of the time, ver­ify whether an email for­ward you receive is true or not. Please do this before send­ing them on — and if the mes­sage turns out to be fic­tion, either delete it or reply/reply all and tell peo­ple so, point­ing them in the direc­tion of the site you used to learn the truth. There is way too much junk out there pos­ing as truth, and being “aided and abet­ted” by well-meaning, but mis­guided (and often novice) email­ers. Take pity on your friends and check each mes­sage before send­ing it on!)

In this case of truth, you can read Meredith’s mother’s own account — lovely! — at http://​www​.snopes​.com/​g​l​u​r​g​e​/​a​b​b​e​y​.asp. For now, here is a copy of the email I received (nat­u­rally, I did proof­read and copy­edit it just a bit!):


It is not known who replied, 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 and 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.


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