She's gone. Put her down like an hour ago. I wailed like a siren. She bit the vet and did a low growl when the anesthetic was administered. I held her and told her how much I loved her. Only 8 years old. I'm just so crushed. Just 5 days ago she was trying to steal my spicy chicken sandwich from Chick Fil A again and now she's gone. I hope I did the right thing. She had congestive heart failure and although she was struggling to breath she still ate, groomed and headbutt me. I know I had to do it, and I know she wasn't gonna get better, but a part of me feels like she had more time. I dunno, I'm just all over the place right now.