Hugs to you both. It's never easy. You didn't rob her of days, you gave her the gift of months. Months of loving her and holding her and caring for her. Just remember the joy and happiness that she brought into your lives. Chuck and I had to make the same decision for our dear Jack. He was only 6. I have his ashes in a little wooden urn that Chuck made in his woodshop. It's by my bed and I say "goodnight" to him every night. (I call him my Jack in the Box) I have instructions: he's going with me.