Skye is not well. She’s got an infection that can only be cured with surgery that costs thousands of dollars and even then it’s not a given that she’ll pull through.
We don’t have the money for the surgery, so I think her time is coming to an end.
My Mom is driving me crazy.
There is pus leaking out of Skye, so we’ve been getting her to lie on these blankets. Just because the blood is no longer mixed in with the pus, my Mom keeps acting like the worst is over. She wants to ‘get the blankets out of the way’, but that would mean there would be pus everywhere. She can’t see it with her bad eyesight, so that means it’s not there, right?
I can’t write more because I just don’t have the heart and can’t see through the tears welling up in my eyes.