No, it isn't just you Lilspaz. Getting a male rat neutered, unless there is a clear issue like having an unspayed female in the house or a bad issue with aggression, does not feel comfortable to me. I feel like I'm doing it for my convenience, not the animal's welfare. Of course, it must make the animal happier not to be driven by urges that he won't ever have the chance to act upon. And the boys will have longer lives than if they were wild and competing for food and mates.
But then I start wondering about whether it is right to keep animals as pets, caged and under my control. I question the whole idea of pets, and wonder what it would be like if some powerful species kept humans as pets (well, that's what slavery is all about). It bothers me to have to separate siblings and bonded cagemates, because it reminds me of the way people treat elephants (separating them without regard to their social structure and bonds).
I wonder at all the precautions that we take for our rats' safety; they don't get to choose whether to have a more interesting risky life or a safer duller one. I got thinking about that when smallvic's Melonie died. It made me want to keep the ratties inside, to be vigilant for flies in the house. That would work, I guess, but Melonie's life was enriched by having her turn in the "camping cage", and it was just bad luck that she got infested. Same goes for all the ratties who get to go outside for photo shoots and play times; there is a risk, but also a lot of benefit. The issue for me is that they don't get to choose. Maybe they don't have the capacity to think ahead and choose, but I don't know that for sure.
In other words, the neutering issue gets me ruminating about things that have no easy answers. In the short term, what I do is OK because my rats were already alive and might have ended up as snake food if I hadn't fostered or adopted them. In the long term, I don't feel comfortable with the concept of "owning" and having complete control over another living thing for its whole life, even though I have the best of intentions.
My rats are probably wondering what I'm going on about: "Doesn't she realize that we own her? Quit ruminating and bring on the peas"