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houdinixsplicer: indigirl94: askvalex: twilight-psycho: hamsterinmypants: white—washed: freshcountryair: tyleroakley: do-not-toy-with-my-emotions: 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: 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 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. Love, MeredithWe 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 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. Love, God Don’t say you’re too busy to reblog this. TEARS. Excuse me while my heart explodes literally in tears right now ;A; Awww ;w; ok, even for a cold-hearted, non-religious misanthrope like myself, I have to admit, this made me cry ;_____; /sobs into pillow I am as agnostic and pessimistic as they come, and I still got all wibbly after reading this.
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houdinixsplicer:

indigirl94:

askvalex:

twilight-psycho:

hamsterinmypants:

white—washed:

freshcountryair:

tyleroakley:

do-not-toy-with-my-emotions:

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: 

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 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. 

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 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. 

Love, God 

Don’t say you’re too busy to reblog this.

TEARS.

Excuse me while my heart explodes

literally in tears right now

;A;

Awww ;w;

ok, even for a cold-hearted, non-religious misanthrope like myself, I have to admit, this made me cry ;_____; /sobs into pillow

I am as agnostic and pessimistic as they come, and I still got all wibbly after reading this.

the-sammich-guy:

woahilovethingslikeyou:

ddressedupandinlinee:

milesjai:

WHAT THE HELL BBC. 

The chipmunk. My God.

This kills me every time.

DYING.

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I’m pretty sure Professor Umbridge works in my office.

So now you all know why I haven’t been on tumblr. That bitch wrote a decree against it! Also, Mrs Dursley works in my office as well. That bitch is mad cause I’m magical and she’s not. Umbridge tries throwing dementors at me all day. But my patronus is awesome. I set my copy code to get me into the Ministry of Magic but a paper jam happened. Someone please send the Weasley’s and their flying car to save me. I can’t explain to the muggles why my pant legs are always wet and I look disappointed every time I come out of the bathroom. But I have to get out soon before that place becomes Azkaban.  I hope this owl reaches you all. 

PS- If you can, send some sweets from Honeydukes. Preferably chocolate. It really does help.  

Hi tumblr! I’ve missed you guys!

Things have been… busy, to say the least. I hope you’re all well. I have checked in a few times and read some things. But I haven’t had time to post anything in a while. Life is going to continue to be busy for a long time but I’m going to try to get back to tumblin’ cause I miss it and I miss all of you! 

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