Reassuring a Little Girl

     I'm bumping this post up. Some of you may have missed it earlier. The following story meets my need for affection, closeness, empathy, nurturing, support and warmth. I trust you're enjoying a lovely day. I am. You've my prayers. 

Originally posted 7/24/11

       Dear denizens of the Attitude of Gratitude Inn,

This story was forwarded to me this weekend. On the off chance that you haven't read this story, which is attributed as true, I share it with you. I especially relate to it.  A cat dear to me is dying: Alexander the Gray. He's an intelligent, spiritual, silvery-tipped, Russian Blue. Alexander has been getting subcutaneous fluids for over two years, due to renal failure.His medications now make him wobbly. His gig is almost up.

       The other day, when I dropped by, he got between me and the laptop I was using while waiting for my friend, who lives at Alex's house.  His big eyes stared into mine, quietly---but persistently---they plead for affection. I'm a sucker when gently entreated.
Together, he and I spent time; he received the unique back rub down his spine that I give, which he likes. I sure would like someone from the Dead Letter Department of the local post office to send me a comforting letter, when Alex goes to cat heaven. May the tale that follows warm some cockles within your bosom, thereby contributing to your attitude of gratitude today. 

       May this day bless you and yours,  

      The Innkeeper

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     Our 14-year-old dog Abby died last month.  The day after she passed 

away my four-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about 

how much she missed Abby.  She asked if we could write a letter to God 

so that when Abby got to heaven, God would recognize her.  I told her 

that I thought we could so, and 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'm 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'm 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 Abby 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 Abby & Meredith 

and this note:

 
      Dear Meredith,

 
Abby arrived safely in heaven.  Having the picture was a big help; I
recognized her right away.  Abby isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here
with me just like it stays in your heart.  Abby loved being your dog.
Since I have a pretty good memory,  I'm sending Abby's picture

back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to 

remember Abby 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'm wherever there is love.

 
      With all my Love,
 
           God

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