By Amanda

LifeBuzz Staff

Their Beloved Dog Died… So They Posted An Anonymous Letter On Craigslist.

If you've ever adopted an animal, you might have found yourself wondering where it came from. What sort of life was it living before it found its way to you?

These dog-owners in Kansas City know that feeling well. After their beloved adopted dog Laurel passed away, the family wrote a letter to the dog's former owners and posted it anonymously to Craigslist. The intent of the letter was to comfort the former owners (who they believed lost Laurel by mistake), and also to comfort themselves: This beautifully written letter shows how this family is gracefully navigating the loss of their pet.

The Craigslist ad reads:

To the Person Who Lost a German Short-Haired Pointer 2 Years Ago...

Like other senior rescues before her, Laurel's history was a mystery.

She simply showed up at a shelter outside of Kansas City, having been

found as a stray. As a 12-year-old dog at an overcrowded kill shelter,

Laurel found herself on the short list that nobody wants to be on.

When her intake photo that popped up in my news feed, with her

overgrown nails and eyes oozing with infection, we knew that we had to

save her. Before ever having met our sweet girl, we adopted her by

phone and drove the 4 hours to pick her up.

Of all the animals we have adopted, Laurel was the only one who never

really felt like she was entirely ours. She arrived impeccably trained

and socialized, heart worm-free (meaning she had been given

preventative her whole life), and very, very loving toward humans. Her

eye condition was found to be chronic in nature, meaning somebody had

carefully applied medication each day for years to prevent blindness.

Someone had cherished this dog throughout her life, filling her with

adoration and unblinking trust for everyone she met. For a week after

she arrived at our home, Laurel politely but urgently held vigil by

our front door, desperately waiting for her family to arrive and whisk

her away. We went so far as to scour backlogged Craigslist ads for

missing dogs who matched her description, hoping that her status as a

homeless stray had been some horrible mistake and she had a family

tirelessly looking for her.

This was not to be, though, and Laurel slowly gave up hope that loved

ones would find her. Occasionally we saw glimpses of a past life. A

few times while on a walk she became ecstatic when seeing a certain

type of truck parked along the street, eagerly planting herself at the

door or tailgate to be admitted in. She had enjoyed car rides with

someone, went on walks with someone, been loved by someone for so many


To this mystery person, who was so fully part of her life and then

not, I wish I could say this. . .

I don't know what happened to separate you from your very sweet

Laurel. Life or accident or circumstance left her without a family and

we were blessed to be able to take on that role. Dogs as loving as

Laurel are not simply born and raised, they are exquisitely crafted by

years of belly rubs and snuggles, kisses and shared table scraps.

Whoever you are, you filled this sweet dog up with a lifetime of love

and for that I am eternally grateful. Although Laurel was part of our

lives for just two years, her warm and loving nature left a permanent

paw print in our hearts.

I want you to know that we loved her too, and cared for her as best we

could. She had doggie friends and hamburgers and cuddly beds. She went

on adventures and chased squirrels and marveled the joy of many

blessed days. The last years of her life were shrouded in love and

gentleness. She was protected and cared for entirely until her last


I wouldn't want to tell you the details of her final days, of the

cancer that blossomed and thrashed within her bones, slowly taking her

from us. Those sorrowful and agonizing last memories speak only of the

end of her story, not of the joyful spirit she exuded for all of her

14 years. I would tell you that her end came peacefully, in her

favorite bed, surrounded by loved ones. It was painless and without

suffering, freed at last from a body that fought for too long.

If I could, I would leave you instead with my favorite memory of our

sweet Laurel. It happened some time ago after we got her diagnosis,

one of those moments that come and go without a second thought. It is

not until much later that you realize it was filled with magic and

will remain a most beloved recollection.

It was a beautiful fall evening. The last vestiges of late summer heat

were holding strong, infusing the air with a muggy warmth. Laurel's

strength had waned and she no longer enjoyed long evening walks.

Instead we took her to her favorite park, positioning ourselves on a

bench overlooking a small pond. It was dark out but the baseball field

was lit for a game, casting a halo around the entire park. To Laurel's

delight, we had brought along a special treat for her: a huge slice of

vanilla cake from the local grocery store. The gooey frosting had

melted, making its consumption nearly an Olympic event, her gumming

down the contents slowly and with great care.

There she was, laying the soft grass, delicately decimating that

ridiculously giant piece of cake. She kept one eye on the ball

players, her nub wagging wildly when the crowd cheered. The rest of

her attention settled on the ducks as they lazily floated in the pond

before us. Passerbys chuckled at the sight of an old dog having a

whole piece of cake to herself and she seemed to be laughing too,

rejoicing in the splendidness of the moment. At one point she looked

up at me, her eyes alert and bright. She had goopy frosting all over

her mouth, crumbs lay everywhere. She was smiling and radiant, so

happy to be caught up in this unexpected joy. As a breeze blew by and

unsettled the ducks from their nearby slumber, Laurel looked on and

quietly contemplated a life well lived.

Finally, I would want to say to you, thank you for holding such a

special place in Laurel's heart. For protecting and loving her for the

first decade of her life. The world can be an harsh place and it takes

effort for a sinless soul to remain buoyed. My heart has been so

enriched by knowing her gentle spirit; regardless of what circumstance

led her to our door.

Because I have loved and lost many animal friends, it is my deepest

hope that they will all joyously greet me one day at the Rainbow

Bridge. Laurel will be there, little tail stump thrumming, eager to

once again see both of us, the people who she so effortlessly gave her

heart to while on earth. I send this hope, this message, to an empty

void, an unknown person. But please know, whoever and wherever you

are, your dog was loved every day that she was not with you, until her

very last sunset.

Our sweet Laurel passed away on January 16th, 2015, exactly two years

to the day that we adopted her.

One can only wish this family the best...and hope that you have some tissues in your desk.