I have once already lost a dear friend through tragic circumstances.
I live with my father now.
I had a boyfriend who had a dog called Leo... But he didn't look after him very well so I decided to adopt him. But it was more a case of Leo adopting me... He was such an excitable dog. He would jump up on me every time he saw me, happy to see me.
When i first got him I cleaned him up. De-ticked him, bathed him, combed him... Not that it helped, he loved to go roll in the dirt

I had a new boyfriend who worked at a service station down the road... Leo would walk down there during the day and hang out with him, he'd often sneak in the back door and lay INSIDE the shop in the air-conditioning. My boyfriend would sometimes give him a bit of ice cream that had melted.
That dog brought me to life when I was going through a hard time (I am still mourning the loss of my first pet)
Everyone knew him and loved him...
The night before he died i gave him a bath and he slept next to my bed.
I woke up the next morning to my step mum saying to my dad "Phil, come here... there's something wrong with Leo" I knew something was wrong immediately and got out of bed. Leo was in the laundry (He'd spent the morning laying down in the shower recess) his back legs had become paralyzed and he couldn't get up... At first we thought he had been bitten by a snake... But there was no sign of a bite, and he hadn't been outside all morning.
We rang the vet who was luckily in town at the time (we live in a very small country town) she came around quickly, and by this time, Leo was fully paralyzed and had started fitting. My step mum and I were holding him, comforting him. We had to place a folded up towel under his head to stop him from bashing his head on the tiles...
The vet made some calls and described his condition... His symptoms were very similar to that of what would happen when a dog gets baited. And the suspected poison was strychnine... He had no hope.
He lasted about 5 - 10 minutes before he had one last fit and his body gave up... I SAW him die... It was just awful.
I had this overwhelming feeling of "I can't believe this is happening AGAIN"
We spent the rest of the day digging a hole for him... We planted a tree on him, the "Leo tree"
About 15 baits were dropped around our area, killing a total of around 10 - 15 dogs. The culprit still remains unknown, we will probably never find out... There only remains that one clue, that they used strychnine - You need a license to obtain it.
I feel empty. I have lost my faith in humanity.