I don't think I'll be able to talk about this much. I just wrote someone about it in an e-mail, so I decided to copy and paste it here. I don't want to think about it a lot because it was very traumatic for me, though I know I did the best thing.
Quatsch has been gone a little over a week now. It was very peaceful. I took her out to her favorite vet and vet assistant on Nov. 11th (Tuesday). It was a little before noon. I held her, hugged her lightly and petted her. I felt her shudder when the shot went into her. It was very difficult for me. I'd never had to do anything like that. It was actually very surreal. It didn't feel real for a long time.
I miss her a lot. I tried to put images in her head of grass for her to play in, canals for her to run up and down in, butterflies for her to chase. I also imagined her basking in the sunlight, lying on her back with her legs up in the air, begging for someone to rub her tummy :)
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