It's both better and worse. Because the tumour is through her windpipe, she'd suffocate to death. There should be about three days' warning of it getting to the point where she has to struggle for every breath, so we will go straight across to the vets and have her bopped on the head. I am going to talk to them tomorrow and see if I can just throw money at them to come here and bop her in her garden or on her spare bed. And then my little black heart will break and I will be very very sad, but at least J and I will be able to know she had a lovely time and didn't suffer.