Rest in Peace, Clyde.

What a sad, awful story.

I had a beagle growing up, named Spike. He was a great dog. He would go hunting with my dad, but come home when he got bored, lol. Mostly enjoyed lounging on the couch.

I don't remember how old I was at the time, but I think Spike was around 3 or 4 when he got very sick. Our neighbors 3 houses down had a little white cocker or poodle (I just cannot remember). We didnt' ever leash Spike then, we had a lot of land and lived on a dead end street--he always came home
Spike was very sick and we didn't know why. Buffy (neighbor's dog) also got very ill, but sadly she didn't make it.
The vet did confirm that it was poison of some sort--Spike made it, but it killed Buffy.
Apparently one of the neighbors wasn't a dog person, and put something out that the dogs got into, probably anti-freeze as well.

I had almost forgotten about that until I read your post. It sickens me that people can be like that. It scares me too. Abbey is a barker, and it can be a piercing bark--it's like a song to me, but someone else may not feel that way. Our direct next door neighbors have never said a word about it, and with kids who go to bed very early, I'm quite surprised. I know neither of them would do anything like this, but I'm sure anyone could throw something over the fence. Just last spring one of their cats was poisoned in a similar way.

Your friends are in my thoughts, and may Clyde bark to his content at the Bridge.