The Cat's chemo blast, scheduled for tomorrow, has been postponed.
Tomorrow I will still take her to the vet but only so that her weight and general health may be checked.
Tomorrow she and I can unwind a little.
For the Cat, it won't be the usual shaving of fur, sticking needles into paws and neck, drawing blood and intravenously administered chemo drugs.
For me, it won't be the usual waiting to hear whether she has pulled through, crashed or is about to.
If I could find a way of telling the Cat about this maybe she might even allocate me a few minutes on her throne - formerly known as the computer chair.
If I could find a way of telling her how it took all my courage to speak to her vet to insist that the chemo be postponed, maybe she would find it in her already enormous strength to feel a little better.
Tonight, I think I'll just give her a languid grooming session.
She likes that, next to her cooked chicken, best of all.