We brought her home with us when she was only seven weeks old. She was a small black ball of fluff. We named her Spot, although she was black all over, because it amused us at the time. She took it all in stride. She was a loving companion until the moment she died, exactly eleven years to the day when we first brought her home. She was like that; unique and considerate. It was as if God had told her she could only stay with us eleven years and so she obediently left us on the promised date.
It’s been three months, but there are still times when I expect to feel her nose flip up my hand to pet the top of her head. When I open the front door my heart still aches when I’m greeted by empty space instead of her excited tail wagging. I am forever grateful for the love she bestowed on our family and friends. She never judged us, never held a grudge, never left us feeling anything but love. She was a wonderful gift.
Today I found the following story on Facebook and had to share it with you. There are many stories of amazing, loving dogs out there but this story celebrates a rarer story; the loving kindness of a two-legged stranger.
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:
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.
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. 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.