my late grandpa loved dogs and always had dogs for pets. he kept alsatians and the last one i remembered was very clever. his name was or chooi. when he's not well, he'll go sit next to my grandpa's car and when my grandpa asked him "do u want to see a vet? are u sick?" he would thump his tail on the floor twice. nobody trained him to do that, but that was how my grandpa learned that he needed to see a vet.
he was a good guard dog, and there was an Indian guy who liked to climb over the fence into the garden and picked some of my grandpa's fruits from his fruit trees. or chooi would hear him from inside the house and rushed out into the garden to chase him away.
one day, this guy threw a piece of poisoned meat into the garden, and or chooi ate it. he died next to one of the durian trees, with froth on his mouth. my grandpa grieved for a very long time.
i hope all those who poisoned the animals get their dues if not sooner, then later.