Tribute to Red

It has been a while since updating but each time I open the page I see Red in the dam, and my enthusiasm drains a bit. Red died from a compaction from a twisted gut or a cancerous intestine.

We did not have a post mortem done. He had had a wretching belch for a month or two and the end came quite quickly. Sandy and I were with him for a while when he got up and walked away from us. We found him at his favourite cool spot at the kitchen door about five minutes later. He had died. He was nine and a half years old.

Red was a fantastic friend. Not agressive but he was assertive. Famously he defended me when we inadvertantly got into a troop of baboons (Chacma baboon) and he had his face ripped open requiring more than 50 stitches to repair him.

He was very friendly with children and gentle to them.

He is the father to three litters of pups and his offspring have given a lot of owners happiness.

He is buried in the "botton garden" under the weeping mulberry tree.

Rest well "Old Mate".