... I went over to the place of the neighbours. I let Sandy out so she could relieve herself. First thing was running into the middle of the street. A dead animal was sticking to the ground and little Sandy pulled and pulled until she was able to free it. She started to chew. "Stop it" I yelled as loud as I was able to. Finally she dropped the chunky piece of meat and did three jumps into my direction. Suddenly she fell onto her right site the whole body shaking. As quick as I could I run to her and carried her inside the house. Sitting there crying not knowing what to do. What will the owner think of me? Some people came and took her away. A few minutes later I received a call that Sandy has died. I was so desperate. I know that there is poison for foxes available that can kill within an instant and no antidote possible. I was crying like I haven't cried since the death of cat Kitty. Crying, crying, .... rolling from one side of the bed to the other. Finally I awoke bathed in sweat! I think I'm getting too old to take on responsibility for other peoples animals.

puh - that is a really very naturalistic description of a nightmare!