[AchtungBaby80]

I've been in your shoes and it is rough. A year ago in January, my cat Mr. Squiggins (affectionately called Squiggy) died, and I haven't been able to bring myself to keep another cat since. He was only six months old, but my mom and I decided to take him to the vet to be declawed and fixed because that was the only way my dad (who's a self-proclaimed cat-hater) would let us keep him. Well...we got a call from the vet saying that the surgery went fine, but Squiggy just never woke up after being put to sleep for the procedure. My mom, my sister, and I all cried for days because we'd raised him since he was a frail little kitten abandoned by his mother, and he was like a member of the family. We have a dog now and she's lovely, but I still can't look at a picture of Squiggy without getting misty-eyed. Some people might think I'm a nut, but it's hard to understand without being in that position and I just want to wish you luck and tell you that things will get better.