When my 160-pound English Mastiff was diagnosed with terminal bone cancer, I was crushed. Together Gizelle and I had been through college, boyfriends, our early 20s, and a move from simple Tennessee to big and scary New York City.
This dog wasn’t just my best friend — she was my roommate and confidant. What does the vet mean she only has a few months left?
My sobbing seemed unstoppable, but Gizelle was sensitive and didn’t like to see me cry. I had to be strong. So I decided we would bury our worries in the dog park and create a bucket-list adventure of everything we wanted to do before she died. It was my mission for us to indulge and explore life’s joys. We’d escape the city and search for waterfalls, cook lobster, and nap in the grass. We’d jump in the ocean without towels, just to enjoy the sun drying us, and never stress about details like sand in the car.
Doing a bucket list for Gizelle not only helped me cope with losing her, it was also one wild ride. It helped me live in the present and see life for what it truly is: a sweet, simple, precious adventure. So paw in hand, we packed our bags and set off. Here are some of our favorite adventures.
Ride in a canoe
Gizelle and I always used to watch The Little Mermaid together, and a favorite scene was the one where Ariel is chauffeured in a row boat by Prince Eric. So I was determined to get all 160 pounds of my easily spooked pup into a canoe. I tried to keep from wobbling as she hesitantly tip toed in one paw at a time. We weren’t quite as graceful as Ariel and Prince Eric. Gizelle was confused by the paddle splashing water in her face, and when a spider jumped onboard, we nearly capsized as I swatted at it with a life jacket. But when a light breeze picked up, Gizelle plunked her heavy head on the side of the canoe as we floated across the water, and I could almost see the wind tickling her jowls. I know she was embracing the quiet and nature that we didn’t have in New York City, because I was, too.
See Times Square
Like most New Yorkers, Gizelle and I were a little repulsed by Times Square. That said, it’s still a famous New York City landmark, so I decided we would go at 6:45 a.m. before the life-size cartoon characters and tourists could clog the sidewalks. The streets were clean – no tossed Broadway-show brochures or trash, the sun was rising, and it was pretty empty except for some smiling families huddled outside of the Good Morning America offices clutching coffees. We stood at the Crossroads of the World and realized it did sparkle like it’s supposed to. It was magical.
Cook lobster in Maine
We travelled all the way to Well’s Beach in Maine to find two perfect lobsters. Unsure of where to get them, a local licensed clammer we met on the beach suggested that super market lobsters were as good as any in Maine. I walked to the back of the store and asked the grocer to let me dunk my arm in the tank so I could sift through each one for the biggest claws. Before cooking them at a friend’s beach house, I freed the lobsters to tap across the kitchen floor with Gizelle. She sniffed at them like they were her dog pals, and I almost felt bad for how short-lived this friendship would be. But we kissed them each farewell before plopping them in the pot. I fed Gizelle hot buttered lobster chunks with a fork, so I’m sure she didn’t mind too much.
Eat ice cream on a dock
In complicated and busy Manhattan, it’s easy to forget about the simple things. I made it my mission to find a quiet dock where Gizelle and I could have an ice cream, watch the boats float by, and enjoy. No trendy truffle-oil gelato or fancy flavors, just basic vanilla. We both loved it.
Go on a road trip
Gizelle loved the car, so I rented one and Gizelle, my best friend Rebecca, and I took off for a four-day girls-only road trip through New England, with no particular destination in mind. We’d take turns sticking our heads out the window, and didn’t worry about work, deadlines, or boys. In fact, our only real problem was navigating with a paper atlas (we’d sworn off Google Maps for a smartphone detox) and trying to figure out if Gizelle preferred Taylor Swift or the Beach Boys.
Cuddle as much as possible
Sure Gizelle was bigger than me, but she never knew it. After I discovered she was dying, dog hair on my once-forbidden bed and slobber on my face didn’t seem to matter as much as spending time cuddling with Gizelle. She helped teach me that love is the most wonderful gift I can receive, and it is the best thing I have to give. My lap became her desired seat, and it was awesome.
Spend a whole day at Washington Square Park
For an entire day, Gizelle and I sat in Washington Square Park in downtown N.Y.C. and people watched. We were serenaded by a man strumming an out of tune guitar with broken strings, talked to a guy with a fish tattooed on his face, and helped a lady in the red kimono feed the pigeons and bird call at the hawks. (Gizelle always introduced me to more people than my sometimes reserved personality allowed me on my own.) It was then I realized how proud I was to live in such an odd place — and looking over at my 160-pound slobbery roommate, I realized we fit right in.
Go to a party and meet a cute boy dog
Gizelle had always been my wing girl for picking up guys in the East Village; now it was her turn. When I found out a friend was having a party with 19 adorable single dogs on the invite list, I knew this was Gizelle’s chance to meet someone special. Here Gizelle and the cute blonde, Auggie, are clearly flirting over a little beer pong (or in this case, paw-ng).
Find the best doughnut in the world
As she got sicker, Gizelle’s appetite began to disappear and mine did, too. So when a friend told us about a family-owned doughnut-store gem, Congdon’s Donuts, we went on a quest to find it up the coast of Maine. These donuts were so fresh they took unusual shapes and had mini air-filled dough bubbles. We sat in the grass and ate the whole box. And you know what? I still don’t feel bad about it!
Meet Santa
I knew 2014 would be Gizelle’s last Christmas, and I really wanted her to meet Santa. The only problem was, my pup might be afraid of a tall man with a big beard and a sack full of unpredictable toys. So when we stumbled across these three trusted pug Santa’s helpers, I couldn’t have been more thrilled. Although the dogs didn’t seem to notice each other much and the pugs weren’t as jolly as a human Santa, I still made sure to pass them Gizelle’s Christmas list of rib eyes, hotdogs, and vanilla ice cream.
Sit on the beach in the winter
I was told Gizelle wouldn’t make it until Christmas, but in January we sat by the ocean in Maine as it snowed the day before she died. Part of me wondered if this was her plan all along, to take me on an adventure, knowing we’d end up on a deserted beach alone. The sky was white, the trees were bare, and even the birds were hiding. The whole world felt lifeless, and it was hard to believe this beach was once filled with rainbow-colored umbrellas and cute boys lathered in SPF.
It was then I realized that I was okay with letting Gizelle go. Just like I had faith that the trees would sprout lime green leaves again and kids with yellow buckets would splash in the water once more, I had faith I’d carry Gizelle with me. Even in the emptiness of that beach that day, I could see Gizelle running free long the shore, rolling in the sand, awkwardly spooked by approaching waves. I knew she would live on through my experiences, and that I gave her the best life I could. And that to me was infinitely healing.
Tears…<3
You are such a dear…beautiful spirit!!
Journey with many blessings …,
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Reblogged this on girlunanswered and commented:
this #givesmehope
so much love for my dog i would do something like this, i admire you x
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sorry to hear of the news, but admiration from me to you it’s beautiful what your doing ❤
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Reblogged this on Chronic Conditions & Life Lessons and commented:
A post with words to make every dog owner hug their own a little tighter today. Creative and beautifully written, you’ll love and laugh and cry for Gizelle and her owner, Lauren.
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For another dog lover, an amazing tribute. My dog Callie is with Gizelle over the Rainbow Bridge, they are best friends.
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Very touching to see this degree of devotion.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Reblogged this on Let the Balloons Sail Me Away and commented:
“…It helped me to live life in the present and see life for what it truly is: a sweet, simple, precious adventure. So paw in hand, we packed our bags and set off…” BEAUTIFUL… ❤ !!
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Omg.. Just bawled my eyes out. :O A beautifully written piece. Shall give my totally spoiled pooches extra cuddles today.
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What a wonderful thing to do for Gizelle and for yourself. Thanks for sharing it with us.
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A tear from me to flow with the stream of tears for Gizelle, dear Lauren. Thanks to common friend Kim, as it is thanks to her guidance that I am at yours now…best wishes… Raj.
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Oh, WOW. This is the best post. Both you and Giselle are lucky to have met. This is a wonderful story–a little humbling in fact. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Dear Lauren, There are no words for such loss. Thank you for sharing Gizelle and your heart with us. You were lucky to have one another and we’re lucky you created such a beautiful post. All blessings to you, Elizabeth
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Reblogged this on Elizabeth Weaver and commented:
Gizelle & Lauren
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What an amazing story and blog post! Sorry for your loss, this brought tears to my eyes. Amazing how our pets can bring so much love to our hearts! I’m sure you will cherish all of your beautiful memories together for the rest of your life!
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Thanks for sharing. I love the chair cuddling picture. Take care, BTG
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Thank you for sharing your story, Lauren. ♥ I’m so glad that she made it to that beach with you…that’s such a special way to say goodbye. Very moved by Gizelle and the beauty that you two had together. ♥
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A great tribute; your words are from the heart, the only way to write. If you want, read my tribute to Rusty, it’s short… but, like your salute, is from my heart. Here’s the link…
http://noulteriormotive.com/2013/01/30/we-thought-wed-liver-forever/
I’m 71. Rusty died when I was 21. I’ve been where your are, and in a way, I’m still there. I still tear up every time I remember him. Thanks for sharing your love!
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Sadly beautiful . . . this touched my heart so much.
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What a beautiful story/post I love that Lauren was able to do so many meaningful and wonderful things with Gizelle before she passed. Our pets bring true love, devotion and loyalty into our lives.
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A truly beautiful friendship and shared so well. Thank you.
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This was beautiful! Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you for sharing Lauren . It brought memories of our own Pom ” Sherry ” whom we lost 9 nine years ago . She was our daughter from a previous birth and gave us so much love in the ten years she was with us . She was ” family “and we miss her till today . Blessings .
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Reblogged this on beyondtheflow and commented:
One for all the dog lovers: When Lauren found out her dog was dying, she wrote up a bucket list and this post traces their beautifully touching journey xx Rowena
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What a touching story.
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This is absolutely beautiful! Reminds me of my old dog…
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This is the sweetest story. Dogs teach us so much about love and life. I am going to go hug my puppies now.
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We have a lil guy who is part Doxie/Chihuahua… his name is Sterling Finster Bunting. We have had him now for over 11 years. We were never dog-people until we got him as pick of the litter from a co-worker of mine. He looks like a doxie…only he us mostly white with light brown ears and spots. He has been paralyzed about 4 times now with a degenerative spine. (Doxie’s are so long, they need a third set of legs!!). We have managed to nurse him back to be able to walk, and run! He is a little wobbly but you should see how fast he can GI trying to get away from our new kitten! He truly has been a life saver to my husband during his heart transplant. He lives era one of us in his own little way. I love what you did for Gizelle! We have had Sterling on many adventures across this country. I know how hard it was for you to lose such a treasure in your life. I cannot bear to think if the day we will loose Sterling.. but I pray that when we get to heaven, he will be there to greet my with his ad and neck wrapped around my ankle giving me his adorable hug. Then I hope in heaven there will be a way we can talk to each other so he can tell me what all his favorite times with us were! Until that day, I am loving me a lil short legged, wobbly walk-in’ doggy!! Thanks for sharing your story. You can see Sterling Finster at his very own Facebook, simply named Sterling Finster.
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Lives era….was supposed be…. loves every…. and his ad and neck was supposed to read ‘head and neck’.
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Okay, crying… beautiful post, beautiful doggy love, beautiful idea to help Gizelle fill her bucket before she left you for her own new adventure. My Henry is with Gizelle in their paradise, and I have no doubt that we’ll meet up with them there, when it’s our time.
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Crying my eyes out. Thank you for making your baby smile.
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Hi Lauren
My heart goes out to you( we lost our english mastiff after three years to cancer ). Such a beautiful big dog, so much empty space when they leave, they teach us so much …how to just be present in the now and how to practice unconditional love .
Love and peace
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Reblogged this on onenomadwoman and commented:
Beautiful post. Amazing how animals can change us… ❤
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Beautiful bucket list for Gizelle Lauren, you had this old Aussie guy with a little tear.
A beautiful relationship, so much love and caring.
Ian
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I am truly sorry for your dog. It’s amazing how strongly you two were connected to each other. I buried my first dog at Christmas (10 years ago). I remember that I was sitting at my computer when my mom entered my room and said: “You know, he died it, don’t you?”. I didn’t dare go out and see it with my own eyes for at least an hour. The next day it was snowing, it was cold but I kept digging his grave for 2 hours in the frozen soil while my tears were freezing on my face.
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