We can’t wait two weeks: Trog and other Animals

©irene waters 2014

©irene waters 2014

Roger was inconsolable and watched Mungo liked a hawk for signs of deterioration. At every available moment Roger hugged Mungo as though he would never let him go. As a result Roger spent less time in the shop,  having every minute he could with his faithful friend. It was far too early a demise – we’d only had him in our life for four years. Those years though he was with us 24 hours a day and when I’d started work at the kidney house he’d kept Roger’s sanity.

I also watched him like a hawk. There was no sign of deterioration that I could see, if anything I thought there was some improvement. He didn’t seem to cry when he lay down and appeared to want to go for walks again. His appetite was good – they were either fantastic pain killers I was giving him twice a day or, I hoped, perhaps the diagnosis was wrong.

Roger’s state of nervous tension was reaching an all time high. Being a proactive person this waiting was more than difficult. After a week and a half he could take it no longer and rang the vet.

“Would we be seeing a change by now if it is cancer” he asked.

“I was just about to ring you myself” Rob the vet said “I sent Mungo’s x-rays to the vet faculty at Sydney Uni and they have just got back to me. It’s not cancer. It’s a very severe arthritis of his knee-joint. He probably injured his cruciate ligament as a puppy and it wasn’t picked up. Come over next week and see me.”

Our elation knew no bounds. Mungo didn’t have cancer and although we didn’t know what lay in store with this new diagnosis we had a new lightness in our step.


Thank you everyone for the huge outpouring of hugs, support and sympathy that my last episode elicited. I accepted them all feeling very touched that a dog and a person, both unknown to you personally but known in this blogging world that brings us all closer together, were cared about. I also felt very guilty not saying in my responses to you that Mungo survived this episode and I tossed up do I tell you or keep your suspense going until the next episode. I obviously chose the latter as I felt it might be like reading the last chapter of a book or knowing the end of a film when you’d only just started on it. I had a sleepless night as a result feeling guilty about making you wait when I’d made you sad. I hope you’ll forgive me.

As a writer, you have let me know that I have been successful in making you part of the story so that you care about these things, I’ve managed to move your emotions. I also know that I have created a climax, and will have delivered an unexpected outcome.

Mungo does pass on eventually and I know these messages mean a lot to me as I do know how losing a close family member, whether it be a pet or a person, feels. Thank you all so very much.

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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14 Responses to We can’t wait two weeks: Trog and other Animals

  1. andy1076 says:

    I understand your feelings and am certainly sending you my warmest hugs..


  2. Author Catherine Townsend-Lyon says:

    WELL…..Praise the lord! I hope a speedy “FEEL BETTER” so hard when our animals are hurting. Sending you all BIG CYBER-HUGS! *Catherine* Xo 🙂 🙂


  3. What a relief. Great news. 😀


  4. IW-So great. You definitely made the right decision as I got to experience the emotional uplift this morning upon opening this post…:). Nice way to start the morning, A good writer stirs the emotions and you really succeeded here. Way to go!


  5. Glynis Jolly says:

    Pets are so precious. Although arthritis is painful, with the right medicine it can be managed and your dear friend will keep on living happily. Yahoo! 🙂


  6. Sherri says:

    Wonderful Irene! You did what every writer seeks to do…you kept us on our toes and drew us in and that is what it is all about! So glad that you had such great news, I can fell the relief just reading this 🙂


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