I had an almost two-year old poodle name Bailey. He was my absolulte pride and joy. It happened on the Fouth of July in 2004 in Orange County, California. My Bailey started to bark hysterically and we couldn't figure out why. Bailey kept barking and barking and then he ran outside..........the coyote jumped over the fence into our back yard and snatched Bailey up. He cried all the way down the street. Our neighbors came out and we all began to run after the coyote, but it was too late. The coyote had eaten a big chunk of his teeny stomach and bailey had passed away.
Since this tragedy occured, we have put up iron railing too tall for an animal to jump over. But I will NEVER get over his death. Since then my fiance and I have gotten jackson , our yorkie, and he helps to mend my heart everyday.