Brownie Sweetie was named by the girls on the way home from Greenhill shelter many years ago (in the days of the minivan). I like to think that she chose us as much as we chose her. She was aptly named – she has been the sweetest presence in our lives. The quiet cat loaf sitting next to me while I drank my coffee, and barely there presence curled between the girls’ legs when they slept. She left us unexpectedly today and there is not a dry eye in the house tonight. RIP Brownie Sweetie, even the old curmudgeon loved you dearly.