I have been privileged to share in the life of 5 Basenjis: 2 females and 3 males; 1 red and white, 3 tris, and 1 brindle; and 2 of them were rejects (rescues) that no one (breeder and/or family) wanted. Each one brought so much joy to the home. Each one was gracious enough to bring me a unique set of trials and tribulations to go through. And the best part of many, many, days over 25 years was getting home from the office to be greeted by howls and curled tails vainly trying to wiggle.
The hardest thing of having a Basenji is NOT their trainability, NOT whether or not crate training works, NOT being able to be off leash, NOT having special needs or diets. The absolutely hardest thing with each of my Basenjis was going through their final week(s) of life. In the beginning I fought to keep them (cancer, surgery, chemotherapy, etc.). If there was a hint of anything that might help preserve their life I took it. And here I am not talking about Fanconi or other condition that can be controlled through diet or supplements or a procedure. Here I am talking about their final days.
There comes a time when the end is just here and believe me it is very hard. Each one had given me their best throughout their life. And each one was in some way part of my soul. I've lost them from 8 years old to 18 years. And with each loss part of me died too. I still miss each one very much. And I have learned that in the end the best you can do for them (like the previous post) is to keep them comfortable and know when that time comes to help them along. Subjecting them to treatments that have no guarantee or that just prolong the inevitable is extremely hard on them (yourself too). Though I cannot let go I know I must. I must love them a bit more than ever and help them along.
I wish all of you the best with your Basenji(s) and I hope your lives together are as rich I mine was.