Ruby’s person called me to consult about her cat, a recent rescue. I sent love to the cat and got a tired, resigned feeling back from her. She shares she is in old age and mostly just desires to be cared for and at peace. Her person wants to know what is going on for her, because she isn’t that affectionate and only stays in one room where she is mostly alone. I asked Ruby if there was anything she wanted to know. She showed up in my consciousness laying down with her front paws folded under her and there is a sense of shame and sadness. She shows me her front claws and gives me the sense that it is a pleasure to unsheathe her claws and extend them. She gives me the sense she really wants to do this, but she can’t. Her question is, why can’t I extend my claws? The woman tells me she had been declawed by some previous caretaker. The sense that I got from Ruby was she did not understand what had happened to her and it was such a deep sadness that I had tears in my eyes sensing her feelings. I had to explain to her by sending pictures of what I knew, that her claws had been removed because someone who used to take care of her didn’t realize the pain and frustration it would cause her. They didn’t know better and they had her claws removed by the vet. She was really disappointed as she didn’t realize her claws were gone, she thought she just couldn’t extend them. She was old now and she just wanted to live in peace for the rest of her days. Ruby extended a sense of gratitude for her person allowing her to just “be”. That is enough for her now. She shared a sense of arthritic pain that was mostly covered by anti inflammatory medicine. Ruby was the first declawed cat I had ever connected with. It was a terribly sad, shameful, frustrated feeling and I will never forget it.