She really only suffered the last day. Two days ago, she was still climbing me like a tree to sit on my shoulder while I made popcorn. Last night, I was using a syringe to try to get some fluids in her, as she wouldn't eat or drink anymore.
Our vet gave her gas before administering the medication to end her life. She had eight weeks of kitten fun at our home ... warm bottles of homemade formula, lots of kitten friends, sunny windows, and a chance at a long healthy and happy life. A chance many kittens in her position would not have had.
We will not forget Violet. And I am not yet out of tears for this one.