The 26th of September was a sad distressing day,
some six months ago
A dingo boy aged 9 came to us from a pound, due to his behaviour he would have been put down.
At the time of his arrival he was distraught, disoriented .feeling abandoned and cast aside
He was so very upset and very aggressive due to confusion and strange enviroment with those he did not know .
It took time to assure him he was safe and no harm would come to him .
I would sit with him whilst he swore and threatened, growled and expressed his displeasure , so very angry at the world .
I realised he had a fetish for coffee , so on the third day i took 2 cups of coffee , i sat on a log out side his kennel and talked about the state of the world how much i cared for him and threw in a request for him not to bite me, ( i had to move him )
He sat with his back to me and continued to grumble .
4th day with our coffees he faced me . i asked his permission to attatch a lead to his existing lead , yep i got to see his beautiful teeth .
One must realise the display of aggression is due to fear, self protection , uncertainty.
During our talks i managed to increase his lead by slipping it through the wire .
I did realise he was a big boy, upset and strong so respect was the utmost of importance
I told him i was opening the gate .
He came out with an attitude of expectating the worst, so i ignored him , he stood his ground and glared at me, still i ignored him
Shall we walk my boy . i asked, he remained propped, defensive .
I took some steps and he tentatively took a step.
That was our first steps to friendship and trust .
We entered his new pen, and every day we shared a coffee and a bitch
We talked and learned about each other and trust grew
He loved his pen his security, no responsibility no fear ( his previous life was stress and uncertainty protecting young children and himself from drug dependant people )
He would strut around the yard and sing up a storm when he greeted me .
Not long enough did this boy have,
On the 26th of September he was running up and down his compound interacting with pindan.
He stopped he had a fit or siezure and he died
In less time than it took for me to take the step to catch him, he died .
So i say thank you to this boy who gave me the ultimate gift of trust acceptance and indeed love.
I have no idea what happened.
Speaking to our vet we are told, very possibly a major heart attack .
There was no sign of illness nothing to indicate he was unwell .
In less than a minute our boy went from happy and running to dead, no warning .
When taking in rescues we dont always know their history , their breeders or the weaknesses, defomaties, inheritated illnesses due to breeding .
We do know that like us they carry the residue of mistreatment, emotional trauma, betayal abandoment.
Physical abuse can heal emotional goes deep and with our dingo it is absolute .
His name was Didge .
