Rex got the snip today. I watched him last night in the garden frolicking with Sheila (cuddly toy three times his size) and felt the end of an era.
No more floor shows from Sir Shag-a-lot while we drink a glass of wine with our friends. No more ‘cowboy rides’ as Charlie calls it. The virile years are now behind him.
He walked casually into the vets this morning. Tonight he was a broken, delicate soul. Where once his tail would have beat wildly when he saw us – tonight a two beat wag.
God love him he doesnt know what happened and looks dazed and confused. But tomorrow he will be better and again the day after.
Funny how much Rex has become central in our family in such a short time.