Dear God,

It’s me, Indy.

Patches, my furry best friend, died Tuesday while my parents and I were at Aunt Barb’s cottage. But you know that already.

Even though me, Mum and Pop are sad and blue, thank you for answering Mum’s prayers—the three, I overheard her ask you a few weeks ago.

1. Mum wouldn’t have to make the decision to put Patches to sleep,
2. Patches wouldn’t feel any pain when his time on earth was up, and
3. She wouldn’t be alone when it happened.

And, thank you for giving Patches a burst of energy that morning even though he did steal my dog treat.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

P.S. Will you please you read Patches my poem?

My Dear Harley Dude

I come to the back door alone,
While my tail drags on the deck board,
And your bark I miss, and that whisker kiss,
And Mum and Pop are floored.

And they cry with me, and they sigh with me,
And they tell me you’re not alone,
For the toy I chewed, my dear Harley dude,
Is buried with your bone.

O Patches, we miss you so.

”Always be full of joy.  Never stop praying.  

Whatever happens, always be thankful.

This is how God wants you to live in Christ Jesus.”

I Thessalonians 5:16-18 Easy-to-Read Version (ERV)

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