Photo above: the best place in the world.
Those of you in the previous post's comment thread who said she would let us know when it was time were right. She declined rapidly over Saturday night and Sunday.
We took her to the vet today at 1:00. The staff were gentle and professional and caring and made it as easy as such a terrible thing can be. She was very quiet and peaceful, and the last words she heard were her dad and I saying "good kitty". Because she was, she was a very good kitty. She held up her part of the bargain.
And I believe we held up ours, too.
Goodbye Veronica. Good kitty.
You'll have to excuse me, now. My heart is broken.