The meaning of ‘Luigi’ is “brave warrior”. If you already know Luigi a little bit, you’re probably laughing about it.
He’s even scared of bowls. He’s a walking flaw. He’s loud, anxious, stubborn and I’m pretty sure he would drive you nuts in less than an hour… but that’s just his overtone. A good perfume has also a heart note… and I think people and dogs have one, too. It’s anchored in the moment when you start to love someone.
You know what I mean, right? You get a dog and you like him, because you like dogs… but somewhen down the road there’s this one special moment, where your heart skips a beat. That’s when you start to love your dog. It’s when you look right into your dog’s soul. Heart note.
One morning in 2011 I was home with Amy and Luigi. Amy used to be a very independent dog, so when she left the room I didn’t question it. A few minutes later Luigi left the room, but then he came running back. Stressed. He looked at me and then he looked at the open kitchen door. When I didn’t react he started making weird noises trying to get my attention. I asked ‘What is it, Luigi?’
Then he ran out of the room, back in. So I got up. He led me to a dog house in another room and made me look inside. He seemed so anxious. Like this was a life or death situation. Inside of that dog house I spotted Amy, shivering.
I knew that she was fine. Minutes ago a jet fighter had flown over our house. Amy was the bravest dog ever, but she was afraid of one thing: thunder. She thought the jetleg was thunder. Luigi thought she was dying. He got help. He used his precious talent to ‘talk to me’. To save his Amy. The one thing he loved more than cookies.
It was in that moment that my heart skipped a beat, that I started to love him. That I got to his heart note.
The brave ones aren’t those who don’t know fear, but the ones who act despite their fear.
Our brave warrior. Luigi.