All the tension is removed with the at-home experience. Soothing words and familiar surroundings... accustomed smells, gentle stroking. The trusting kitty looks into my eyes, knowing that her best interest are being looked after... all is well... the pain will soon be gone. The warmth of the sedative envelops her and it's okay to nap here on my lap, just like so many times in the past, purring and relaxing. A little twinge on her foreleg...dimness begins...my comforting voice is the last thing she hears as she slips away, loved to the end.
As to "the Bug" and her life: my ending up with her was pure chance. There was a feral mom and her kittens in the area, and my wife was determined to do a rescue/capture. Lady was not quite as quick as her siblings, and ended up being the only one we could get. My Lady Bug was always exceptionally skittish and excitable. After Boomer died, Lady was the undisputed queen of the household...