Selkie perked up a bit on the prednisone. A few times, she felt playful enough to claw the carpet, or wave her paw at us. Once she climbed up onto my desk to lie in the sun. Whenever we cuddled her, she purred and wanted to rub her cheeks on our hands. But she wouldn't eat, so we knew she was saying "goodbye" and not "I want to stay around after all."
I'm glad we made the decision we did. But it was the hardest thing I've ever done. And it was especially sad at the end because she was scared of the vet and we weren't able to give her the completely peaceful passage that we wanted to. She did let go very fast once the injection started, though. So I like to think that she was only scared the vet would cause her pain, not that he would end her life, and that she's forgiven us.
After she was gone, we scattered her tub of catnip in the backyard. Then (in an hysterical rage) I gathered up most of her things and took them to the animal shelter to give away. The one toy I kept was a piece of plastic netting that's supposed to be for training vines. She loved to hide underneath it.
At the animal shelter I took out a dog named Princess, a mixture of pit bull and English bulldog. She was very quiet and just wanted to rest her cheek on my hand and gaze into my eyes. I think being with her started me thinking that I might heal someday.