It's so sad when you have to let them go, it never gets any easier, does it?
You know you did the best for her, that's all you could do.
It doesn't get easier. She was still lively and alert, full of life. The vet said they could do an exploratory operation but it's position was such she didn't hold out any hope. That would have been pandering to my wish to delay by stressing her. I asked about strong painkillers for her and she said they couldn't control the pain she would be suffering as it progressed by tomorrow. So the decision wasn't that difficult.
The tumour was filling the bladder at the neck of the urethra and constricting her bowel.
Our cats are all quite elderly and creatures of habit now - changes in behaviour are often a warning.
Really hit me this morning when I drew the curtains in the lounge - usually she's on the radiator shelf watching the world with Pixie but today just Pixie.