Dharma and I live in Johannesburg and my beloved and beautiful 6 year old Dharma was deliberately poisoned by Africans who wanted to break into my cottage to steal while I was at work. They came in the night and hid poisoned meat in the garden. Dharma found it and just a lick was enough to kill her. She was my whole life as I couldn't have children and am divorced and now I feel as if I have nothing to live for. The cottage is so empty without her and I sometimes wonder why I bother going on - there seems to be such evil out there. She was a gentle dog and everyone who knew her fell under her spell. The hardest part for me is that she died alone, and not in my arms.