Peaches has killed poor Foxy Loxy.  He no longer growls or squeaks.  She throttled him good, punctured his throat box and deflated the squeaker in his long, bushy tail.  What good is prey that doesn't squeak for its life? she seemed to be saying to me tonight when we played our usual games before bedtime.  Now I must search for another Foxy at PetSmart, if they still sell that particular toy.  I'll find one somewhere, somehow, even if I have to order it online.  Isn't that what dog mom's do for their fur kids?