Talk about guilt!
As you know, a few weeks back I went off the deep end and brought a new guy into my life. This is him:
He is the mushiest, loviest cat ever. Everyone was in love at first sight. However, my husband says a huge "no go" unless he is declawed. I readily agreed. Because I already am in total love with this fella', and because I know what kitty-cat claws are capable of. That, plus I have brand new leather furniture that would not look good with little puncture marks in it.
So, the vet declawed him.. and he was doing fine, until about a week ago. Now, our other four-legged friend Coalie was also declawed when we first brought her home, and she had no problems whatsoever. This is her:
Now, Sparty (big guy above) is having some trouble. His paws seem sore. Every time he takes a step, he's like "ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch." So I took him to the vet last week, and she gave him some antibiotics. I'm supposed to keep him confined to one room that is softly padded on the floor. Well, that hasn't worked out so well. In the middle of the night we have these long soulful "meows" that don't quit until we open the door! Buggers!
He's been eating great, using the litter box regularly, but his all around disposition is just "Blagh!". So the vet wants me to bring him in this afternoon so she can "cage heal" him. He will be confined in a big cage so he can't be running around injuring his little paws by jumping all over the place. It might take a week. :(
I feel terrible about this. I know it is the best thing for him right now. I just feel bad that we put him through the pain in the first place. We rescued him, and I think he would probably still be in the shelter if we hadn't brought him home. And I know there are people totally opposed to declawing (please don't send me all kinds of hate mail!).
These guys are part of the family. If one of them is hurting, so is Mom! Just like one of my kids! (Who happens to be home with a high fever today).
So, please send positive thoughts out for my special guy that he heals well with time spent cooped up and out of commission. With any luck he'll be home lickety-split and driving us crazy running around the house like the lunatic he can be at 4 o'clock in the morning!