Cheryl Lincoln, IL 10/31/2010 11:16:12 AM My dog died a few hours ago. I guess he got into the Deacon and we didn't figure it out until about 3 AM. I knew he was sick but wasn't seeing any blood or anything. Apparently, he bled into his brain and basically had a stroke. Even if they could have saved him, he already had brain damage. I had to have him put down. This is by far the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. The pain and sadness is overwhelming and I feel so responsible. Please, people...make sure your pets can't find the poison. I wish I could do it over again! I'd live with the mice if only I could have my little Bear back.... I love you baby dog!