Andy and Dougy got an early Christmas present when they were about five and a half months old: A trip to the veterinarian to be neutered.
So, I left the boys at the veterinarian’s, and picked them up a bit later.
When I opened the carrier at home, I expected the boys to wobble out, wounded and stitched and wearing little Elizabethan collars. Instead, they bounded out, no collars or stitches, happy to be home and free. They ran all over the house, chasing each other, then taking well-deserved naps.
For the boys, neutering wasn’t a difficult time, and they showed no signs of discomfort.
Would I do this again? Of course. I believe in neutering or spaying one’s pets. It’s the humane thing to do, the smart thing to do.