Silka is being put down today.
I wish we had a chance to say goodbye; unfortunately, she is suffering too much.
Her white blood cell count is off the charts and her lungs are filled, she can hardly breathe.
My grandma is devastated.
It just seems like it came on sooo quickly. Last weekend she just started coughing and my grandma thought it was kennel cough or something. Ugh. Now this.
She is trying to figure out if she should be in the room with her, or not. I told her I would. I know if it were Jackson, I could never leave him. But that's a tough decision.
I am just so sad for my grandma this year, right before the holidays.
I usually get Silka presents every year, so does my grandma. It's going to be so empty over there without her.
So say a small prayer today that my grandma gets through this and Silka makes it up to doggie heaven okay today. She sure has been a fantastic dog.