Gilly, the puppy formerly known as Bella in her earlier days, entered my life unexpectedly in February 2010. Her journey began when my manager’s husband brought home a “lab” puppy from his coworkers. Passed from one family member to another, Bella eventually found her way to me, as my manager assured me, “I think you’ll really like her.”

One Saturday morning in 2010, I made the trip to meet Bella. The saying, “love at first sight” was an understatement and there was no doubt in my mind, she was coming home with me. We loaded up into the car and, surrounded by the constant chorus of her high-pitched barking, we headed to her new home. After introductions with the three older dogs—Stella, Truffles, and Boomer—we deliberated over her name. While others suggested Marney, the perfect moniker struck me. Gilly. Inspired by the Kristen Wiig SNL character, reflecting her mischievous yet endearing nature.

Gilly, a mix of Labrador and Staffordshire/Bulldog, quickly earned the playful nickname “Veloco-lab-tor” due to her clever antics and knack for pushing boundaries. Together, we embarked on adventures, from obedience and agility classes to everyday escapades where she showcased her remarkable intelligence.

Over the next 14 and a half years, Gilly remained my constant companion, accompanying me through life’s milestones—from college graduation to marriage, parenthood, and everything in between. She was my rock, always there to offer comfort with a nuzzle and a reassuring presence during times of joy and sorrow.

With the arrival of my son in 2012, Gilly seamlessly transitioned into her role as guardian and playmate. Despite initial concerns, she embraced her new role with grace, watching over him with unwavering devotion and patience.

As Gilly approached her twilight years, she faced health challenges with resilience, rallying back from setbacks and episodes. However, as her vitality waned, I witnessed the unmistakable look in her eyes, signaling her weariness and acceptance.
April 28, 2024, during her final hours, Gilly’s transition was marked by moments of profound connection and spiritual presence.

At around 5:00 AM, with my hand on her stomach, while laying next to her, I felt her temperature drop. As I sat up, I saw a flash of light emanating from her stomach area—a phenomenon I couldn’t recreate. My significant other reported at that time her eyes lost color. I said to him, “we aren’t alone,” feeling a comforting presence envelop us.
On the other side of the house, my Dad woke to see the backyard motion lights flickering on and off. He remarked, “oh, that must be Stella coming for Gilly Girl.” Then the lights flickered again, prompting my parents to wonder if it was Boomie or Truff. Finally, on and off for the third time, they concluded, “they are all here,” acknowledging the spiritual presence of our departed furry family members.

In those quiet moments, surrounded by loved ones, I felt Gilly’s spirit, reassuring me that she had found peace. And as she crossed the threshold into eternity, I made a solemn promise to honor her memory and cherish the time we shared.

Gilly, my dear companion, thank you for gracing my life with your unwavering loyalty, boundless love, and indomitable spirit. Though you may be physically absent, your presence lingers in our hearts, guiding us with your love until we meet again. Farewell, my sweet Cita-bo-bita.