Paris 

Paris "Parisite" Gines -The Frenchie Who Changed My Life

March 6th 2013- July 5th 2022

Beloved Companion of Tyler Gines

On July 5th, 2022- just a few months after returning home from Australia, I had to make the decision to say goodby to my soul dog Paris. My sweet French Bulldog who walked beside me from 2019 until her passing. My first vision board manifestation coming true. She wasn't just a pet, she was a soulmate, a mirror, and one of my greatest teachers.

Paris didn’t care much for toys, but she loved what mattered most... Being close. Her favorite spot wasn’t the couch or the window, it was in my arms. From the moment I rescued her, she wanted nothing more than to be near me. I’ll never forget that first day, lying on the floor giving her belly rubs, her little ears perked up and her whole body filled with joy. In that moment, she let me in, and I knew she was the sweetest baby.

Of course, life with Paris also came with mischief. Not long after I rescued her, I came home on a lunch break to take her out and discovered she had broken out of the kennel. I walked in to find Scentsy wax splattered on the floor, the garbage can tipped over, and poop smeared across the kitchen tile. There she was... Caught red-pawed, staring at Stella, who was still locked in her kennel, almost as if she were saying, “Haha, I’m out and you’re not,” while trying to convince her sister to break free too. That story still makes me laugh, because it was so Paris: spirited, bold, and always scheming with love.

She had her quirks, her little wobble-legged strut, and her habit of eating things she shouldn’t. But those silly habits were part of what made her her. Quirky, stinky, silly, fun, and deeply connected,Paris had a way of filling a space I didn’t even know was empty.

Our bond grew stronger through life’s hardest storms. Paris was with me through the loss of her sister Stella, through my car accident that I shouldn’t have survived, and through the season when I lost nearly every friend while going through my own transformation. She pulled me out of a deep, dark place and reminded me what responsibility, loyalty, and unconditional love truly meant.

And then there were the signs. Dragonflies, ladybugs, oracle cards. Paris made sure I knew there was always more happening beyond what the eye could see. In her final days, when I asked her to let me know if she was ready, she did. The next day, while at the gym, I clearly heard the words: “I’m ready.” Her passing was the hardest gift, but one that catapulted me into my life’s work as an animal psychic. Paris, alongside Stella, planted a seed that launched me onto the path I walk today.

The truth is, Paris changed everything. Because of her, I “got my shit together.” Because of her, I found magic in the everyday, discovered my spiritual gifts, and even found the love of my life. I sometimes wonder if I rescued her, or if she rescued me, but I know the answer doesn’t matter. What matters is that her love made me who I am today.

Even now, I see her everywhere. In the rose-colored collar that sits on a wooden French Bulldog in my office. In the dragonflies that dance in the summer air. In the memory of her little strut as she proudly walked beside me.

Paris, thank you for giving me a life of magic. Thank you for loving me when I couldn’t love myself. Thank you for walking me through the darkest nights so I could step into the light. I love you, always, and I carry you with me every single day.

For anyone who has loved and lost a pet: know that they are never truly gone. Their spirit lingers in the signs, the synchronicities, and the love that continues to ripple through your life.