Can I Kill My Sister?

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She is the biggest procrastinator on the planet. She adopted two dogs from the animal shelter that I ran six years ago. The dogs Kate and Daisy were 2-years old at the time. Now mind you, the one dog she had at the time Rambo was 13-years old when he was diagnosed with cancer. My sister comes to visit twice a year; at my birthday and X-mas and always brings the dogs with her. When she had Rambo and came down I noticed he had 'lumps' on his body and I told her to have it checked, that I believed that it was cancer. She put it off and put it off until he looked like nothing but skin and bones. She finally took him in and it was too late to do anything. She took him home and he died a SLOW and very PAINFUL death because she wouldn't have him put to sleep. Three weeks ago we were talking on the phone and she said either Kate or Daisy was urinating on her bedding. I said something is wrong. Two weeks ago she figured out it was Kate. I said something is wrong. One week ago she said Kate was still doing it and drinking tons of water. I said something is wrong. She finally took Kate to the vet on Thursday and they weighed her and she was 69 pounds which is too much for this dog and her glucose was 600!!!!!!! Mind you, a dogs glucose should be 110. Kate has Type II Diabetes and will require daily insulin shots. My sister can't even clip her dogs' toenails, let alone take the TIME to give the shots. She complained about the fact that this vet visit was $240 and that Kate would have to stay at the vets one day a week for the next month so they can start the shots and monitor her levels; which will cost $60 each time. Not to mention the cost of the insulin. Do you know what my sister told the vet???? "Let me THINK about it." Say what????!!!!!! I told her, "There ain't no thinking about it. You either do it or have the dog put to sleep." "Do you want this to turn out like Rambo did?" I told her that it's very easy to give the shots. So I don't know what she's going to do but I can tell you one thing, I could beat the crap out of her for waiting when I TOLD her something was wrong.