Thank you for your comments and support. It was a hard decision to make, with lots of tears shed. Bottom line is, though, that I couldn't allow her to suffer and die by inches. This was far kinder in my mind.
My daughter and I spent some time reminiscing about some of the wonderfully cute and bratty things she used to do. Trying to jump up on the window sill and missing -- sliding down the wall -- at nine weeks old. Stealing the rubber non-slip decals out of the bathtub and hiding them under MimiJr's bed. Sitting on the back of the couch behind my son's head and licking his head. Okay, that grossed us out, but we laughed anyway.
We'll miss her.
Thank you all again. I appreciate the support more than you know. I was reading the comments late last night, and really wanted her back. I wanted to have to be careful rolling through the house in the dark so I didn't accidentally squish her. I wouldn't have even minded having her hiss at me and take a swipe at me -- it was her traditional greeting every morning. <sigh> Ah well. Life goes on I guess.
Anyway, thank you.