It is with great pain that I have to announce the death of duke, an 11 year old Northern Inuit. My beautiful baby boy died 3 days ago. We had taken onto our land and put him out into the enclosed pen, unbeknown to us the pen was also occupying a nest of rats. duke being his typical self went over to investigate and managed to catch, kill and eat half of the mothering rat before we realised what was happening (me and the OH had taken up 12 dogs, so we were undoing collars/harnesses to allow them a good run around), I rushed over and managed to push Khan away and clip his leash back on, and we then got the rest of the dogs and headed back to the house, it was only about 12 minutes walk back to the house and a 5 minute dash to the vets but by the time we got there it was more then obvious he had something going wrong. The vet gave him sub-q fluids, charcoal solution and some painkillers, 10 minutes later at home he came walking into the lounge shaking and whining in pain, back to the vets, vet told it he would give a heavier solution and hope for the best, 1 hour later the effects were slowing but still not gone and it was slowly getting worse, duke couldn't sit, stand, lay down, eat or drink without being uncomfortable so we made the decision to put him to sleep. We carried him off to the vets where he sat on our laps in the waiting room, duke licked the tears from our faces (the OH doesn't cry, he just doesn't, but even his eyes were pouring tears) and we got called in, the vet was in tears herself as she had grown to know and love duke like he was her own. We said our last goodbyes and come back home to a house full of very stressed, confused and sad dogs.
RIP, baby boy.
RIP Duke 
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