Henry has been neutered today.
I’ve been feeling a little weird about it, actually. They’re taking away his doghood! His little balls will be no more!
But I’ve had numerous female pets spayed and I never had a second thought. Am I an animal misogynist? Isn’t spaying and neutering pretty much equal, when it comes down to it? Sure. Functionally, yes. It’s going to be good for him, behaviour and health-wise. But where does this anxiety come from?
I think his nuts were cute. And now they’re gone. Not that I would in any way consider implants (they do have those), but fake ones would be even worse than none at all. Henry can still be a boy without them. Over the last day, I’ve come to this conclusion: my worry is completely about aesthetics, and Henry doesn’t really care, so now I’m OK.
But it was weird. Even I need to examine my sexual politics like this now and then.