She had been slowing down for quite a while, and she finally let go. We are terribly sad, but glad she's no longer in pain.
She was almost seventeen, very old for a Maine Coon cat (which is what I'm pretty sure she and Seuss were), a year and a half older than her brother when he died.
Jessica took this picture about two years ago. If Lilly looks a little cranky, it's because she wasn't always amused by the girls' attempts to play with her. She tolerated it pretty well usually, though, and in the last few months of her life, she seemed to really appreciate their attention.
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