big impression

No doubt we'll soon be able to write about Daisy without tearing up. Just not yet. We still expected to be fighting the good fight with her; we still want to be fighting that fight. It's hard to turn off that instinct, though it isn't doing us any good. She became such a big presence in our daily lives, always in the middle of whatever was going on, with that big heavy tail ready to sweep coffee tables clear or wreak havoc with low-napping cats. It will take some doing to begin to fill the emptiness and to focus on the many good memories. She was quite something, our Daisy.