Kova, you came into our house and lives as a hyperactive and über-energetic pup with a fluffy tail and oversized paws. Ever bouncy and always friendly, you grew into a pretty girl with a real bark. The dog shelter called you "la diavoletta", the little devil. That you were. A good hearted one. Whether jumping on Doc, pushing over my grandparents, or neglecting your duties as a guard dog by sleeping in planters on the terrace in Italy on sunny days.

You moved to Victoria, BC to enjoy, like many old folks, a long stretch of retirement. You proved wrong the adage about not being able to teach an old dog new tricks, when a trainer tamed you. Even in your old age, you cheered us all up and were always the presence in your pack. Your pack: we did everything for you, principessa.When I last patted you "until next time" in 2012, I hoped I would see you again. I wanted to show off your dancing once more and do our whole "lick and bite the air" thing. I never understood that last, but I know you did and always will!

Kova, my friend, I know you are in a better place now. Jump on Doc, annoy the grumpy git, and run around like you used to. I will always think of you doing that. May you rest in peace, Kova!

Phillippa Turney and R.