She fought the good fight, but just didn't have it in her to go on any longer. She passed away almost 8 years to the day that I brought her home as a speckled kitten from the Baltimore SPCA. Her last night was a good one, though--she napped on the sofa while J and I hung out with her. Not a bad way to spend your last day.
We don't have a definitive diagnosis, but J and I think she had feline hepatic lipidosis. If treated it has a 20-30% fatality rate, but if untreated (as with Carmen, we just didn't know she had it), it has a 90% fatality rate. So please, if your furry feline stops eating and isn't herself, make sure you have her liver enzymes checked out so you can keep her longer than we had our "evil mew".
This is how we'll remember her. In your face all the way!