Amaris Wildlife Sanctuary: Charlie’s Unforgettable Journey: A Story of Love and Loss

Introduction

In the quiet days before Amaris Wildlife Sanctuary, when my role was that of a home carer, a tiny pinkie boy named Charlie entered my life. Charlie, a Western Grey Kangaroo, weighed just 1 kilogram, the first little boy I raised. He arrived alongside his little sister, Coco. Their bond would soon become the stuff of legends, woven into the fabric of our heart.

The Arrival of Caree and Cruz

As the days passed our kangaroo family expanded. Caree joined Charlie and Coco, and then came Cruz. His playful spirit brought joy to our days, and he and Charlie became inseparable. Their bond transcended mere companionship; it was a symphony of loyalty and shared adventures.

A Choice Between Wild and Home

Life took an unexpected turn when we moved to Amaris Wildlife Sanctuary. Cruz, ever the wild-hearted explorer, decided it was time to roam free. He left our sanctuary to embrace the wild side, while Charlie remained close to home. Charlie, a devoted “Mummy’s boy,” preferred the safety of our care, nestled among the familiar trees and grasses.

Cruz’s Return and Charlie’s Devotion

Cruz returned one day, his arm seriously injured. A makeshift pen became his refuge, a place where he could heal. And there, waiting faithfully at the gate every evening, was Charlie. At 5 PM sharp, he’d hop into the pen, keeping Cruz company through the night. Their bond deepened, and Charlie’s gentle presence comforted Cruz during those long, healing days.

The Summer Shade and Unwavering Love

Summer arrived, and the pen lacked sufficient shade for both kangaroos. Charlie chose to stay outside, lying in the shade of the tree near the pen, while keeping a watchful eye on Cruz. Breakfast with the others, then back to Cruz’s side—Charlie’s routine never wavered. His love knew no bounds, even when the sun beat down relentlessly.

The Heartbreaking Goodbye

Cruz healed and stepped out of the pen, but Charlie remained. His release attempts became the talk of his supporters—Release #1, Release #2, and so on. But one morning, Charlie returned, hunched in pain. His eyes spoke of suffering. I contacted the vet, and injectable pain relief followed. That night, under the stars, I slept next to Charlie, praying that he would heal.

The Final Decision

The next day, the vet arrived. Charlie’s internal injuries were a mystery, but they were too severe. We made the painful decision—to let him go. Cradled in my arms, he took his last breath. Tears flowed for my beloved Charlie, and guilt weighed heavy. Could I have done more? I’ll forever cherish our nights under the stars, our bond unbreakable.

Conclusion

Charlie, oh how I loved you. Your story lives on—a testament to the extraordinary connections forged in the heart of our sanctuary. May your spirit leap among the eucalyptus leaves, forever a part of our wild family. Cherish's bub Connie had a little boy and I named him Charlie in your memory 🦘🌿💔