Remembering Max: My Gundya 🐶

2025-12-27

Missing you deeply, my boy Max. Life feels unbearably heavy without you around.

I knew that adopting you meant signing up for the biggest heartbreak, but I was never prepared to lose you this soon. If I had the choice, without a second thought, I’d trade a few years of my life just to have you here with me. It’s been three weeks today. I often appear strong on the outside, but this grief—and the regrets of believing my actions cost you your life—still haunt me. I know there’s no real closure here.

For the last 5.5 years, you were woven into everyone’s daily routine. Morning walks with Pappa, evening walks with Dada, night dinners with Aai, and all the in-between moments—shadowing my brother or me wherever we went. You were family in every sense. Every one of us misses you, and each of us is trying to live with the void you’ve left in our own way.

I hope you felt how deeply loved you were. I hope you knew the priority you held in my life. You know, we both died that day—only you stopped breathing.

Rest in peace, my Gundya. ❤️