My vet came to my house to let Sydney Sue go. I had taken her to his office earlier that day, and he said it was time, so we did the paperwork and payment then as well as arrangements for the individual cremation (the vet takes care of the details), and then Sydney Sue and I went home. When the vet came to my house, it was like she knew - she went and laid on her bed. He gave her the first injection of an anesthesia, and she flinched a bit, like it stung, but then she relaxed. I was holding her and kissing her and talking to her. She was not aware of the second injection, she just sighed, once, twice, then she was gone. I wouldn't have done it any other way, it was beautiful letting her go in her own home, in her own bed, although it was the hardest thing I have ever done and I cried like there was no tomorrow.