I just wanted to share this story about my daughter Abigail and the family dog and thought I would post some of her artwork, (We call her our little artist haha!) as it's interesting to see the world through the eyes of a child. Sometimes they are the only ones who see what is really going on in this crazy, go-go, iPhone world we live in...
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| Abby and Persimmons at a better time... |
You see, our 8-year-old dog Persimmons had to be put down last month. I guess he went down the street and ate a bunch of Ol' Man Peterson's chickens and well you know what you have to do when that happens.
I knew I had to do what was right for both Persimmons and Abby so I sent Abby out into the woods to cut down a tree to get the wood needed for her to construct a fully functioning 22 cal. rifle to shoot poor 'chicken crazy' Persimmons.
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| Abigail cutting down a tree, so proud of her! |
I immediately put Abby to task (she took to it quite well I might add, she might be our Lil' Gunsmith too!) and she began to plane the wood down to a reasonable size plank that I would buck up after. She didn't like it at first but she got the hang of it, showing true spirit American craftsmanship at such a young age!
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| Abby hard at work! |
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| Abby delicately measuring gun powder! |
Since we decided to send away for the barrel and other parts of the gun I figured the next thing she could do while she waited was to make her own ammunition to shoot poor little Persimmons. She stode forth boldy, knowing that as fun as it is to make bullets, the sad but necessary task still laid ahead of her.
The day that was penciled in for the shooting of Persimmons,Abby was crying and talking about how much she was going to miss Persimmons. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Persimmons got to heaven, God would recognize him. I told her that I thought we could so, and she wrote this letter:
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abby and Persimmons and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Abby 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 "God's Sky Palace in 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 Abigail' in an unfamiliar hand. Our Lil' Artist 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 & Persimmons and this note:
From the Desk of THE LORD:
Persimmons arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized him right away. He had a few holes in him just like when my son came back here haha! At least you didn't nail Persimmons to some boards!
So yeah, Persimmons is fine up here. He is here with me and he wanted to say that he loved being your dog. Almost as much as he liked to eat chickens!
Thank you for the beautiful letter but no thanks to your mother or father since it's clear they didn't help you write it.(Good thing I am all knowing since I could barely decipher it.)Anyways, just so you know,all your pets will die(especially sea monkeys)and well I am responsible for it since I work in "mysterious ways." Also, so will you and anyone you care about but just so you know I'm easy to find. Usually I am telling crazy people who to kill but all you need to do is pray but...it's probably better to text me at 3333-LORD(5673)*STANDARD TEXT MSG RATES APPLY*
Dictated but not read,your pal,God.
I got her brother Nathan to dig poor Persimmons a grave being as all he ever seems to do is dig holes in the yard. I suppose there is worse habits to have but it's just kind of odd for a boy his age to be obsessed with digging holes. I guess I am saying I wish he'd play baseball or something but he just loves digging those darn holes. Day in and day out with the digging that kid. Well for once it came in handy but we didn't want to be for burying a friend of the family like Persimmons.
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| My boy Nathan as drawn by Abby, proud of his grave digging skills! |
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