I was sent a copy of this heartwarming story, and it's comforting me as I grieve for the pet that was my best friend. I hope it encourages you too...
God's Pen Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of
the
operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all
right? When can I see him?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all
we
could, but your boy didn't make it." Sally said, "Why do little
children
get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my
son
needed you?" The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with
your
son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's
transported
to the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she
said
good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red
curly
hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. Sally
nodded
yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag
and
handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate
his
body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else.
"I
said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I
die.
Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his
Mom."
She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of
someone
else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally walked out of
Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of
the
last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the
seat
beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even
harder to
enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings , and the
plastic bag
with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the
model
cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had
always
kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried
herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying
beside
her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said: "Dear Mom, I
know
you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you,
or
stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will
always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each
other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you
won't be
so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to
play
with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't
like
the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff
girls
like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat
place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me
around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The
angels are
so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't
look
like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus
himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's
knee
and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him
that
I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything.
But I
already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed
me
some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think
Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off
to
you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you
asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the
same
place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right
there,
as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one
else can
see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank
piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now.
He
needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get
to sit
at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great.
Oh,
I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all
gone.
I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't
stand
to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy
to
come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from: God, Jesus &Me.
