Angels at the Post Office: a letter from a child

I have received this story many times and, while I cannot authenticate its source, I believe that it is true.  I share it here to remind everyone that there are angels everywhere, sometimes in the most unexpected places.  I hope it gives you the same sense of hope that it gives me.  Patricia,  

Here is the story:

Our fourteen 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


3 responses to “Angels at the Post Office: a letter from a child

  1. According to this story is true with varification from the San Antonio Press.

    I check everything, I get a lot of these stories

    • Linda: Good for you! Thank you for checking this out for me; I think it’s a great story and I had checked too but one never knows. I appreciate your interest. Take good care.

  2. Whether the story is “true” or not doesn’t really matter. While it would be magical to think that God really did answer a child’s prayer for their lost pet – the moral of the story is that God is everywhere there is love and heaven exists for those who believe in the power of love for the soul and the spirit. But the most powerful thought provoking concept to me is that Dogs give us unconditional love and God spelled backwards is Dog – and this phenomenon is pure but not coincidence. Our dogs are here to teach us life’s most valuable lessons for those of us who are tuned in – especially for children who carry those life lessons on their journey thru the years.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s