The photo is one of those that Valentina loved the most: in Oss uniform, a profession she had taken up after so many years of being a bartender. A job that Valentina loved and which she carried out in the hospital in Rovigo, where she was known and appreciated. As well as throughout the city. The news of her death yesterday shocked the many people who loved her.
Valentina Pavanello, 40, lived in Rovigo. She leaves behind her partner and a 10-year-old boy. “His vocation was to help others – her friends remember – and that’s why she had chosen to become an oss. A profession that she carried out with great competence, but above all with great availability and courtesy, as all the people she had taken care of remember “.
So help others. And not just humans. Absolutely no. Because Valentina was also a true champion of animals, especially of catsfor which he had worked hard for years, protecting them, intervening when one of them was in danger, even hosting them in his own home.
“He had been dealing with animals for many years. All. And of all – they still remember the friends of a lifetime who, struck by this terrible news, have gathered in the memory of him – If necessary, he made himself available to welcome them into his home and to treat them if they needed it. Also yesterday evening she had gone down to the garage to take care of a kitten that she had adopted, in need of care. But unfortunately she never went back up again ”.
And just in respect of her love for animals, especially for cats, it will be the memory that her friends want to dedicate to Valentina. “We will make a bouquet of flowers for her funeral-they explain-because it is right and we want there to be a memory of us, but, above all, we will invest our resources in a donation that we will make to the Una association in Rovigo”. Una, an acronym that stands for “Man, nature, animals”, is in fact an association that works above all with homeless cats, managing feline colonies, feeding them and taking care of them. Surely, Valentina would have approved.
Then, again from her friends, a dedication, a poem by Emily Dickinson, “Seeing her is a painting”. “Seeing her is a painting / hearing her is music / knowing her an intemperance / innocent like June / not knowing her a sadness / having her as a friend a warmth / close as if the sun / shone in your hand”.
