An update on a prior post: she passed away about 11PM last night. She came upstairs looking for us; she got held and she purred. She spent her last 20 minutes with us, and both of us were petting her when she passed.
In May I wrote “She may yet prove me wrong” and she did just that, for another 8 months. She was clearly uncomfortable towards the end, but never in pain; she knew who her people were and was feisty to the end, up on the dinner table where she didn’t belong and generally ruling the roost. She was a tough old girl and she had a good run.