The fateful day arrived and I got up early today in order to take Morris on a long walk – two and a half hours return – to tire him out before the two vets arrived for the gelding operation. I took him to the beach at Playa Torres and sat down to explain what the day was going to mean for him, while Morris looked thoughtfully out to sea.
Morris drank a bucket of water and I had a cold beer. I began to feel very guilty about the whole business. I knew we were heading back to an appointment with two vets and a large shiny piece of emasculating equipment, but Morris was just enjoying the beach and the sunshine.
On the way home we were cutting it quite fine on the camino up the hill from the sea, and the vet usually arrives on time (unusual for Spain…) so I was hurrying Morris along. His rather large male bits swayed underneath him for the last time.
The vets arrived exactly on time and we found a shady spot under the fig tree to do the gelding operation. After his two and a half hour walk, Morris was quite exhausted, so the three injections with anaesthetic were so effective that we struggled to keep him on his feet; uprightness being a necessary
attitude when you are being forcibly emasculated.
I hardly dared to watch what was going on, but stayed at the front end to reassure Morris and keep him still. The only time I glanced down to what the two vets were doing, with bloody hands like a scene from Macbeth, I saw a testicle being lobbed into a bucket.
It was all over in an hour. Morris´s mother Rubí watched the whole operation from the other side of the fence and was obviously concerned about what all these people were doing to her foal. And now they have gone, leaving me with Morris´s testicles in a bucket, a load of medication in the fridge for the next few days while he recovers, and that´s it. Morris is a gelding. An unreversible proceedure. The patient has rolled in the dust and is now recovering with a high protein meal.
I don´t know what possessed me this morning to prepare two hard boiled eggs for lunch, to be eaten with a salad. I think I shall just have a tuna sandwich and forget the idea.