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I had to get a cat declawed when I moved to Tucson. That way it didn't count as a pet for some reason. It was horrible. The poor guy was the most good natured animal I'd ever had, and the vet did an awful job. I found out afterward that the vet didn't even do it, only the assistant did. They put the tourniquet on too tight and he lost circulation to one front paw. The foot swelled up to the size of a golf ball for a week or two, the skin sloughed off, and I had to put cream on it every day and give him painkillers. He walked on it fine once it healed, but he always had a ring where the fur didn't grow back on that ankle. The vet basically said sorry and left it at that.
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