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Anonymous
My cat was declawed. I got her when I was 10 and my mom insisted on it. This was before we had the internet and I'd only heard rumors of how horrible it was, so while I fought a bit I gave up and let her do it. It's not like it mattered for the furniture because my mom was always locking her down in the basement whenever she could, until three years ago when she came down with a heart condition that should have been diagnosed earlier. She collapsed down a staircase and no one woke me or thought to take her to a vet. I finally lost it, flipped the fuck out and screamed til my throat was hoarse at my mom. From then on, she stayed upstairs and I got to treat her like a princess. Until 4 months ago when, despite lots of expensive meds, she died of the heart condition.
tl;dr: my kitty died and I miss the fuck out of her and feel guilty for not preventing her declawing. :,(
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