Can I eat him?
Really…seriously…I just can’t…<3
(text idea submitted by anonymous)
“Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away 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, and she dictated these words:
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 swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
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:
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her 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.
Bless whoever did that for this little girl.
For everyone with furry family members.
I would luuuurv a Captain Martin Crieff doll.
Five - Heartbreaking
She wore his old coat, just as she always did when the weather turned cold, the sleeves having been upturned for her use years ago.
He spots her now, walking slowly in the garden, taking it all in as if for the first time. He picks out her favorite scarf and weaves it around his neck and takes a deep breath before stepping out into the crisp autumn air.
It’s heartbreaking more often than not, but he goes out of his way to actively find the things that are good. Like the blush that he can still manage to appear on her cheeks, something he hadn’t really seen on her since they’d first been together. She stuttered a bit around him and now it made him smile.
Because while things were very similar, there was a cheekiness in her smile, how quickly she’d begin to laugh with him. And he had the advantage of now knowing what to skip, how to get past all their false starts, all the ways he’d hurt her in the past and now would just get right to the good bits. That’s how by the end of the day, she would run her hand over his scarf and tell him that she loved it, and every once in a while, on a very good day, she would kiss him goodnight before disappearing into her room, smiling at him shyly as she closed the door.
Sherlolly. A RomCom.
I would pay money to see this. :-D
I’m out! :-D
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