When Lauren Fern Watt got the news that her best friend, an English Mastiff named Gizelle, had bone cancer and only a few months to live, she set out to make his last months absolutely perfect. She tried to fit in everything that could possibly be on a dog's bucket list in their short time remaining together. Grab your tissues...
Ride in a canoe.
See Times Square.
Cook (and eat) lobster in Maine.
Eat ice cream on a dock.
Go on a road trip.
Cuddle as much as possible.
Spend a whole day at Washington Square Park.
Go to a party and meet a cute boy dog.
Find the best doughnut in the world.
Meet Santa (or at least his pug-shaped helpers).
Sit on the beach in the winter.
In her Yahoo Travel tribute to Gizelle, Lauren writes:
"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."