Our old basenji, Shadow, AKA Dual Champion Moonstruck Me and My Shadow, Fch., died on Friday, October 8. He was just 15 days away from his 16th birthday.
I think he had been ready to go for a while, although I was not even close to ready to have him leave. He still got around okay, but not well and could not hear well and could barely see out of his one eye ( the other he lost in an accident chasing a cat accross the road in his young and rowdy days) and couldn’t hear that well, but his nose worked and he loved his food up till his last day. He died in his sleep while laying in the warm sun, which was one of his last pleasures, besides food. At his last vet visit, the vets were concerned about him and told me he had a tumor in his throat, but he was still eating so I figured we had some time, but I know he had other lumps and bumps too and had been losing weight, but we got him some pain meds and steroids and hoped things would get better, but they didn’t.
Shadow was the last pup out of my first basenji Flash (Timar’s Amina, JC, CGC) I showed him in Bred By Exhibitor Classes and he finished pretty quickly and seemed to really enjoy dog shows and showing. I tried campaigning him a bit, but we found we all enjoyed Lure Coursing a lot more than showing so I put my time and effort into that instead and Shadow got his AKC Field championship as well as ASFA. His mother never got past her Junior Course title, but his sister Tara (Ch. Moonstruck Chetara, SC, TDI) also got her ASFA Field Championsip and Senior Courser title.
Shadow never sired a litter but he helped discipline Tara’s single litter and was a playful and loving uncle for them too. He was a smart dog who was hard to keep confined and he was lucky to live through his single vehicular incident losing only an eye and sustaining some bruising from being rolled. He was a hunter and decimated our free range chicken population whenever he managed to climb out of his 5 foot chainlink fence and killed racoons and rabbits that got into his run accidently. We first had to bury wood along the entire bottom of the fence and then install electric fence along the top to keep him from getting out. He could also get out of his crate when he really wanted to and we had to wire the bottom on tight to keep him from escaping. Despite that, he wasn’t all that destructive, for a basenji, and liked his crate more than our other dogs. He often went to his crate for safety when Kelly or I was mad at him for doing something he shouldn’t.
Shadow seemed to enjoy the excitement of getting us mad at him and earned his nickname “Shad The Bad” by jumping on the dining room table and other stunts, but overall, he was a loveable and fun loving dog. He was gentle with kids and adjusted well when I had my two kids, now 8 and 12 in the middle of his life and seemed to enjoy cleaning their messy baby faces and hands when he could. He was always my dog and best buddy. I won’t forget him.
Shadow is our new basenji, Jet’s, Uncle, 5 generations back.