I caught him easily, and fed him scrambled eggs which he gobbled down. I checked him over, and tested his legs. He couldn't grip. He tried to stand, but couldn't. I stroked him while he ate. I realised that it was better to get it over with, rather than drag it out. I told himn how much I loved him, what a wonderful boy he was, and how good he had been with his ladies. I apologised that we didn't have a son to take over from him.
We both had to do it, because DH only has one operational arm at the mo. Afterwards, I sobbed like - well, like a girl I suppose. I sobbed because he was so lovely and I was so sorry. I cried for Camilla, who had spent the last week within a few feet of him. I cried because the line was ending. I cried because culling is such a hard thing to do, even though it's the right thing to do.
My lovely, lovely boy.
