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Healed of sadness when my guinea pig died
I woke up one morning and got out of bed to check on my guinea pig, Brownie. But Brownie was gone. My mom had put a rose in the spot where Brownie usually slept. I knew what had happened, that Brownie had died.
I had learned in the Christian Science Sunday School that everyone is a spiritual idea, created by God—animals too. And I knew that the idea of Brownie was still alive. But I was very sad. I went to my mom. I asked, “What did you do with Brownie?” My mom said, “Dad and I put her in a shoe box and buried her in our front yard.” I went to check. I found the spot where they had buried Brownie. There was a plant on top of it.
About the author
Sofia loves animals, and she likes to swim and read.

January 13, 2014 issue
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Letters
Sheila Muters, Rick Dearborn, Sharon Caligiuri
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Goodbye self-righteousness, hello forgiveness
David Fowler
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No dis-appointment
Andrew Wilson
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Adventure healing
Kim C. Korinek
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How long will this take?
Michelle Nanouche
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Amazing phrasing
Grace H. Carter
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Timeless Life
Madelon Maupin
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Sincere seeking—and finding
Nancy Fischer
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To mark or not to mark . . .
Sentinel staff
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Standing out or 'shining'?
Hannah Hathaway
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Dislocated shoulder healed
Allison D. Eggers
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Relieved of back pain on cruise
Barbara Corbett
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Jealousy resolved, toothache healed
Jenny Sawyer
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Helping our children grow
The Editors