I think one of the hardest things about this whole thing is that I have to keep telling myself this was the right thing to do. She was in great pain and it broke my heart, but she was still fighting and that's why this was so hard. She didn't want to give up because she was a fighter, and wouldn't tell us when she was ready because she was selfless.

I am grateful that in doing this, it gave us time to tell her goodbye, but it pains me because I had to make this choice for her. It's a struggle to not feel guilty, even though I knew we were all fighting the inevitable. I know I did this out of love. I just hope she knows that too. I hope she understands I did this not because I was tired of her brittle and broken body, but because I didn't want her to keep hurting anymore.