My Mama had a dog, Charlie Brown, that was getting really old, and was almost blind. The next time she came up to visit me, my brother took Charlie to be put down, then put him in the extra freezer outside to wait for Mama to get home so she could bury him. She knew it was time, she just didn't want to be the one to take him to the Vet.
We’re not putting the cat in the freezer!
And, quite frankly, if she dies at home, we’ll bury her out back next to Benny. But if we take her to the vet, we’ll let them deal with the remains.
My first thought was, "Well, that would save the cost of the vet..."