We had our ratty Pippin PTS tonight... basically she had two tumours and one had grown so large it was interfering with her quality of life... tonight we knew it was time, but it was a hard decision, and I can't help feeling a little strange (this is the first time I've had to make this call). She knew what was going on just before, I'm sure of it... she seemed to welcome it.
It still sucks.
Sleep well little angel...