Jackie, My dad always tells my cats that they "hit the lottery and don't even know it". He says that they eat better than I do, which is probably true, since I buy Nutro for them and the "no frills" stuff for myself.
From the pictures I have seen, Daisy is a long way from that poor, scrawny and unwanted puppy that you let into your heart and home. She's a beautiful girl, but I'm sure you know that. Just like my boys, all she needed was a home with lots of love and thankfully, you came along and gave it to her. That's why you're so special to each other. She knows.
My Elvis is much more affectionate than my Danny. Of course, I love them both equally and it's hard to keep my hands off of Danny because he's just so darned cute. Elvis, however, is my little companion. He's the one that comes running and jumps into my lap whenever I sit down. He's the one that likes to sleep cuddled next to me. He's the one that spends the most time near me and follows me from room to room. Then of course, he's the one who has suffered. He's the one whose leg was broken, we're not even sure how (I hate to think!). He's the one who was on the street. He's the one whose picture I saw on the Internet and just had to have him. Did he hit the lottery? Maybe, but so did I. And he knows it.