I am in charge of opening all the mail at the clinic.
In with all of the letters and magazines and drug pamphlet info for the doctors was a little postcard. It was in our box by mistake. It was not meant for anyone here.
The postcard had a golden retriever and a minature white poodle on it hanging out in a beautiful garden.
IT WAS PHOEBE!
She is letting me know that she is doing well. :o)
I'm so pleased.
I showed the postcard to everyone. "Phoebe contacted me!"
The postcard is now in the box to get mailed to the correct people on Monday.
I love you Phoebe. I'm so glad you are doing well up there in heaven! Contact me again SOON!
I MISS YOU!
2 comments:
That is really cool, I am glad Phoebe contacted you to let you know she is okay.
Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I am glad Pheobe is safe and I think the golden retriever is her boyfriend but, how should I know? Anyways, I hope she contacts you again soon. Bye!
Megan S.
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