Originally Posted by ugaimes
Scroll down to post #16 of this thread and you'll see my declaw story...
Please know that it was not my choice. This was a fight that I couldn't win with Joe, my husband.
When we got Sunni, she was "routinely" declawed with her spay. I had no resources or knowledge to argue with my vet, so I trusted him. When she came home I was just sick. She was in so much pain that she couldn't walk, and, they didn't give us pain meds for her. I was absolutely sick with guilt and worry. From that moment, I swore that I would never declaw another cat.
When Sunni passed away, as most of you know, we adopted Sophie two days later. In my head, the decision was already made, NO declawing. She was such a good girl, never used her claws anywhere in the house on anything that wasn't hers for the scratching. I clipped her nails weekly, just to be safe, but we never had any problems. So, I approached Joe about keeping Sophie's claws intact. I showed him websites where I had researched declawing. I showed him posts here. I ended up begging him not to make me do this to my girl. I reminded him of how much pain Sunni had experienced. All to no avail. He is convinced that an indoor cat should be declawed. Period.
The day of Sophie's surgery I was a wreck. I made him take her, so she wouldn't be able to associate any of it with me. I called the vet's office and spoke to the girls there. They all knew my opinion on declawing, as well as Joe's. They assured me that they would watch over Sophie with special care.
As I sit here and write this, I'm shaking and sickened all over again by this whole ordeal.
The vet personally called me to let me know that the surgery went "well". Torturing myself further, I asked him which method he had used. I also asked him if he'd ever made a mistake or had cats with infections or other problems after surgery. He assured me that all would be fine, that Sophie was already moving around in her cage in recovery.
Sophie came home the next day. I wanted to vomit, the guilt was so terrible. Surprisingly, she came out of her carrier and right into my arms. There was no limping, just some shaking of her feet. This time there were pain meds to give her for 48 hours. There was also glue, instead of stitches, on her paws. By the next day, she was playing normally and acting like her wonderful little self.
I still would never, ever, advocate declawing. The memory of Sunni crawling on the floor, in obvious pain, is forever etched into my mind and heart. The fear I felt while Sophie was gone in surgery will never be forgotten, either. I was lucky, both of my girls were fine in the end, with no adverse affects.
Now that I know the hard way how adamant Joe is about declawing indoor cats, I do not know if I could bring myself to get another cat if anything happened to Sophie. Believe me, I had no idea the fight that we would have.....and I do not surrender easily. He was just not going to back down on this one. It's terrible that Sophie had to pay the price, and, for that, I am extremely angry and disappointed. Joe didn't get off easily, either. It took four days for me to speak to him again, and only then after I knew Sophie was okay.
I'm so sorry that I haven't told you all this. I was embarrassed and frightened of negative reactions that I felt would be inevitable. If they come now, I will accept them quietly. This is not something that I am proud of being a party to with my beloved Sophie. Thank you for listening, at least.