Our Sweet Brownie,
Brownie, we kept you because you were the first born of your mother, Ginger. You were so fuzzy and cute that we couldn’t give you away. You were your mother’s favorite daughter and companion till the end. Your nature was as sweet as a gentle rain. You never angered, you never showed annoyance. Even after I left home, you always remembered me, and it was always a joy to come home for the holidays and feel your soft fur rub against my legs.
I remember how you used to wake Mummy up in the morning for breakfast; how you used to make that typical Brownie meow when you got a treat; how you slept at Buwa’s feet on your hot-water bag and sometimes under the quilts; how you loved your nightly visits to the forest.
Your death was a tragedy that we hope will never happen to anyone. We pray that it was quick and you didn’t suffer. Be at peace now, and know that we will always love you and treasure your memories.
You may be gone but you will never be forgotten or replaced. Thank you for 15 wonderful years. It is going to be so hard to live without you. We’ll miss you for the rest of our lives until we meet again.