His Story
What happened to Duke
I brought Duke home when he was 16 weeks old — half American Bulldog, half Pit Bull Terrier, all heart. From that day on we were inseparable. I spent every single day with him. He wasn’t just my dog; he was my best friend.
He was perfect. Healthy, happy, five years old and full of life. Then he was sprayed — directly in the face — by a skunk.
Forty-eight hours later, my perfect, healthy dog had hypercalcemia — dangerously high calcium in his blood.
What followed was a blur of veterinarians and tests. I took him to three different vets. Every one of them told me the same thing: it had nothing to do with the skunk. But I knew my dog. He was perfect before that happened, and within two days everything changed. I kept saying it. I don’t think anyone really heard me.
Meanwhile, the visits and the tests went on — and whatever was actually wrong with him just lingered, untreated. He was eventually diagnosed with cancer. I started a GoFundMe and spent every penny I had trying to save him. I called in every favor I could. It wasn’t enough. Not long after, Duke was gone.
I can’t prove the skunk is what set it all in motion. No one could — and that’s part of what still haunts me. But I will always believe the timing was no coincidence. And I’ll always wonder what might have been different if even one person had taken that connection seriously instead of brushing it aside.
If Duke’s story makes one vet listen, or one owner push harder for answers, then he’s still doing what he always did — looking out for the people he loved.