When you're not looking for anything… and find everything. It wasn’t a special day—at least not on the calendar. But for my heart, it was the beginning of something that would change my life forever.
I was walking through the city like so many other days, thoughts spinning, with no clear direction. There was noise, people, traffic… but suddenly, the world seemed to stop. There he was, off to the side, between shadows and neglect.
Small, dirty, alone… but with a gaze so alive it dimmed any sadness. That was Spike. His tongue hung out as if he no longer cared about appearances, and his coat was messy but full of stories. He had clearly been through a lot. And yet, instead of fear, he radiated courage.
Instead of resentment, he offered tenderness. Instead of running away, he came closer. He looked at me with eyes that needed no words. “Are you staying?” He didn’t say it out loud—he said it with his soul. And I… I stayed. I lifted him into my arms, with more questions than answers, but with a certainty I couldn’t explain.
That day, I didn’t adopt a pet. That day, I chose a companion. A friend. A soul that, without speaking, would teach me more about life than any book ever could. Since then, Spike has been a part of my days, my dreams, and my decisions.
Together we’ve walked not just through streets, but through emotional paths: the path of care, patience, commitment, and above all—unconditional love. Today, when someone asks me who Spike is, I don’t say “my dog.” I say: he’s my story, walking beside me. Because sometimes it’s not about finding. It’s about letting yourself be found.
