How Gunda changed my life

I didn’t know the colour of love was brown until I found a little nothing standing in front of my gate one morning, staring at me with his big brown eyes. Little did I know that just another normal boring day like this, 16 years ago, was going to be the biggest, most important day of my life.

That was the day Gunda slowly snuggled into my heart, my family, my life... stitching all its broken pieces together. And as I began to love him, my relationship with myself and everything around me began to change. Soon, he became my go-to-place, my safe place, an eternal space for love and happiness. People come and go but love like this lasts forever.

As I began seeing life through his eyes, I found life itself more amusing and I soon got obsessed with living. So, I hope and pray that all of you find something you love to the point of madness. It’s what makes life worth living and soon that is the only thing that matters. Thank you Gunda, my friend, philosopher, guide... you are my everything.

Gunda didn’t talk much because he knew that everything is in the unsaid. This is precisely why all dogs are so great. They don’t need to talk. All dogs, even a hungry, old, wounded stray dog have the softest and kindest eyes. The eyes that are so indifferent to sickness, pain, even to the world and everything except love. If you look long enough... you’ll slowly become indifferent to your own problems as well.

It’s scientifically proven when dogs look at you, it produces oxytocin... Only evolved creatures can be so soft and yet so indifferent. They say a lot without ‘saying’ anything. It’s such a beautiful thing... I think it’s what I look for in people too, everyone I love or everyone I look up to... have the same saddest, kindest, most beautiful eyes.

I want to be a dog... someday.