3-year-old writes letters to his dead dog and mystery postal worker writes back

[GreatGazoo]

10. okay... my eyes are wet...

When our Boxer was put down, I was holding her on my lap as the second needle went in. Her body went limp and I closed my eyes. I had a vision in that instant -- she was a lanky healthy puppy again, free from her tired body with deafness, nearly blind and having seizures.

She was running in tall grass, not away from me and not toward me. She was running beside me.

Hang in there Luke. Heartbreak is the price of real love. It's painful but completely worth it.