I only just heard on Friday that someone took Sadie the camel out into the desert just before Easter, and shot her. They cut her up for meat.
I’d wondered why I hadn’t seen her for a while. She used always to be around my place. She seemed to be very fond of me. Probably because I was nice to her, and fed her.
I feel shitty about it, because I’d had a suspicion this might happen. I’d made only a preliminary enquiry into finding a way to get her shipped to Broome, where she would have been happily received and could have been trained to carry tourists up the beach. Sadie loved people’s company (if they didn’t hit her or throw stones). She would have been a terrific riding camel. If I knew how, I would have trained her.
In Billiluna she was seen as an edible nuisance, her novelty value and cuteness as a calf now negated by her size and intrusive behaviour. She was intelligent but untrained. She could have been a great domesticated animal. Damn.