Thank you all so very much for your kind words. The support here is amazing, and I appreciate it greatly...
While my b/f went to pick up an axe, I sat out with the girls and roo, and from just watching her I do not doubt my decision. She couldn't even walk without it looking painful, and I felt a new hard lump on the right side of her abdomen. I fed her the rest of the yogurt, and a couple strawberries (a new treat, special for today), washed her butt to give her that much decency, and told her how much I loved her and how sorry I was that it had come to this. When my b/f got home, he'd brought me my favorite kind of pizza, and Cherry Coke. (Aww, he did his best to take care of me on this...) I said my final goodbyes as he set things up out of sight. I went inside, and when he came back he said it was surprisingly quick and clean. As much as I wish I'd been there for it, he saved me from nightmares and horrid visions of my poor girl. At least this way I can remember her in one piece. Tears for me, peace for her. Enjoy Heaven, 'Cesca.