For me, it's his mere presence. Gunnar was such a kind, loving, goofy soul. He KNEW when we needed him. If I was depressed, he'd follow me, just wanting to be there. If it was bad, he play like a fool, knowing I needed a laugh (and it always worked!) If I was happy, he shared in it.
His hugs were greyt too...he'd loved being hugged, he'd lean right in. And I loved when he'd stand while being hugged, so I could stroke his soft, "suede" tummy.
His ears were so soft. I loved to rub them, almost as much as he enjoyed the ear rubs.
And the way he'd greet us, barking madly, with the helicopter tail. Then he'd paw at the baby gate, with the satellite-dish ears up in the air.
He may be gone, but I'll never forget him. He was only in our lives for 2 1/2 years, but they were greyt years. People may say we gave him another chance, and brought light to his life. Quite the contrary - I will always love him and miss him for what he brought to us.