Friday, June 15, 2018

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” ― Will Rogers

                         A dog we raised from a puppy died two weeks ago at the age of thirteen (old for a German Shepherd).  I loved that old dog and he loved me.  Since I am still grieving the loss of my beloved wife, John and Shaban were afraid to tell me he had died for two days and then John broke it to me.  We both cried.  It was bad, but it's been worse.  I had to hold our Border Collie, Sam, who had been with us for twelve years while the vet did what she had to do.  It hurt me so very much.  In our ten years here, we have always had dogs and have had to put down two due to old age and one just died.  We still have five dogs because John got the puppy Judi in Mwanza last week, and we love them all.  I truly believe all dogs go to heaven—it helps me cope.  This story is for me and you if you've ever lost a beloved pet—it’s true; you can check it out at and they will tell you the real names of the parents and where they lived.  Little girls shouldn’t have to deal with death, but this little girl set an example for the rest of us.  Here's the story:

              Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my four-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
(written by the mother of Meredith Claire)

         We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to: God in 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, titled, "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 am wherever there is love.



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