She ate a rat that had been poisoned and it killed her. She was so lovely. She ate anything but she was so loving. I looked after her so often and when I used to visit (they live in SW France) she went mental, whimpering with pleasure and rolling around on my feet. She'd wait at the bottom of the stairs when she heard me getting up in the mornings and I adored her. I can't stop thinking about the pain she must have been in. I'm due to go out there in about ten days and my 1 year old DD was going to meet her. Now she never will. Sorry if this seems like a massive drama but I am just devastated and I don't know who else to talk to about it.