Dear "Big Girl" (Our Gilly),
Sigh. It's wierd to come to a house nearly free of white dog hair, although it keeps cropping up. It's wierd to come home and not see you there, in the center of the house, where you could quietly keep an eye out the front window, the back window. We talk about how you were, still are, such a presence in you big, quiet, polar head-hug way.
Miss you, Big Girl.