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talking again.
I got a bit worried when I saw that because I thought Dad must have been talking to himself. But then he patted his leg and Mister Moselyâs big head came up from under the table so I knew that was who he was talking to all along. It was weird listening to Dad talk to Mister Mosely just like he was another person and asking himall these questions and everything. It was weird because after that Uncle Gavin thing Dad didnât talk much about anything to anyone.
I suppose it was wrong to listen to Dad when he didnât know I was there, but I wanted to find out what he was talking to Mister Mosely about. I worked out it was about that time Moe went missing for two weeks because Dad kept asking Moe what he got up to and where he went and what his secret was. At the end he said, âBut you came back, didnât you, big guy?â I remember that because when Dad said it he drank all his beer down in one big go. Then he said, âYou and me both.â
Dad sort of rubbed his eyes when he said that and it looked a bit like he was crying. He wasnât but, because Dad never cries. Except for that time when Amelia drew all that stuff on Mister Mosely and that was only because he was laughing so much so it wasnât even proper crying. Dad was probably just rubbing his eyes because he was tired or he had some dirt in them seeing how he was still all filthy and greasy from building roads.
Every time I took Dadâs dinner down MisterMosely was there with him. There were other times I heard Dad talking but I didnât try to listen in any more. I felt bad about spying on him. Some people might think that was a strange thing for my dad to do, talk to a dog. But I donât think so. Like I said before, we all talked to Mister Mosely.
I bet old Moe thought it was crazy but, all these people talking to him when he couldnât talk back. He probably wondered why we didnât just talk to each other. I donât know about Mum and Dad and Amelia, but I liked talking to Moe because I could say stuff to him I couldnât really say to anyone else. And I knew Moe would always be there to listen to me.
Well, thatâs what I thought.
23 Mister Mosely and the Stairs
One day there was this big thump on the back stairs and I went out to see what it was. The thump was Mister Mosely falling over. He was about halfway up. He had our newspaper in his mouth and he was looking at me with his eyes all big and scared.
I just thought Moe must have run up the stairs too fast and slipped. I thought he was just being âUn-co Moeâ again. Anyway, he got himself up all right but he was pretty shaky and he was limping too. I couldnât see any cuts or bumps on him, but I told Mum and Dad about him falling down. They checked him over and said he seemed fine. Dad thought he was probably just a bit stiff and sore, thatâs all.
But Moeâs limp didnât go away. Then it got worse. When he got the paper he was slower than normal and you could tell it was hurting him. In the end Mum made Dad take Moe to the vet to see what was wrong.
Thatâs how we found out about the cancer.
We didnât find out straight away because the vet had to do some tests first. But when the tests came back thatâs what the vet said Mister Mosely had. She said it was in his bones. She said she was sorry.
I never even knew that dogs got cancer. I knew that people did, because thatâs what happened to our Benpa, who was Dadâs dad. But the vet said dogs could get cancer too same as people and she said big dogs like Mister Mosely were the ones that got it the most. She didnât know why that was.
When we found out about the cancer I asked Mum and Dad if Mister Mosely was going to go to hospital like Benpa did to try and help him get better. But Dad said that would cost a lot of money and we couldnât afford it and anyway it wouldnât help much. He said the best thing to do was try and
I got a bit worried when I saw that because I thought Dad must have been talking to himself. But then he patted his leg and Mister Moselyâs big head came up from under the table so I knew that was who he was talking to all along. It was weird listening to Dad talk to Mister Mosely just like he was another person and asking himall these questions and everything. It was weird because after that Uncle Gavin thing Dad didnât talk much about anything to anyone.
I suppose it was wrong to listen to Dad when he didnât know I was there, but I wanted to find out what he was talking to Mister Mosely about. I worked out it was about that time Moe went missing for two weeks because Dad kept asking Moe what he got up to and where he went and what his secret was. At the end he said, âBut you came back, didnât you, big guy?â I remember that because when Dad said it he drank all his beer down in one big go. Then he said, âYou and me both.â
Dad sort of rubbed his eyes when he said that and it looked a bit like he was crying. He wasnât but, because Dad never cries. Except for that time when Amelia drew all that stuff on Mister Mosely and that was only because he was laughing so much so it wasnât even proper crying. Dad was probably just rubbing his eyes because he was tired or he had some dirt in them seeing how he was still all filthy and greasy from building roads.
Every time I took Dadâs dinner down MisterMosely was there with him. There were other times I heard Dad talking but I didnât try to listen in any more. I felt bad about spying on him. Some people might think that was a strange thing for my dad to do, talk to a dog. But I donât think so. Like I said before, we all talked to Mister Mosely.
I bet old Moe thought it was crazy but, all these people talking to him when he couldnât talk back. He probably wondered why we didnât just talk to each other. I donât know about Mum and Dad and Amelia, but I liked talking to Moe because I could say stuff to him I couldnât really say to anyone else. And I knew Moe would always be there to listen to me.
Well, thatâs what I thought.
23 Mister Mosely and the Stairs
One day there was this big thump on the back stairs and I went out to see what it was. The thump was Mister Mosely falling over. He was about halfway up. He had our newspaper in his mouth and he was looking at me with his eyes all big and scared.
I just thought Moe must have run up the stairs too fast and slipped. I thought he was just being âUn-co Moeâ again. Anyway, he got himself up all right but he was pretty shaky and he was limping too. I couldnât see any cuts or bumps on him, but I told Mum and Dad about him falling down. They checked him over and said he seemed fine. Dad thought he was probably just a bit stiff and sore, thatâs all.
But Moeâs limp didnât go away. Then it got worse. When he got the paper he was slower than normal and you could tell it was hurting him. In the end Mum made Dad take Moe to the vet to see what was wrong.
Thatâs how we found out about the cancer.
We didnât find out straight away because the vet had to do some tests first. But when the tests came back thatâs what the vet said Mister Mosely had. She said it was in his bones. She said she was sorry.
I never even knew that dogs got cancer. I knew that people did, because thatâs what happened to our Benpa, who was Dadâs dad. But the vet said dogs could get cancer too same as people and she said big dogs like Mister Mosely were the ones that got it the most. She didnât know why that was.
When we found out about the cancer I asked Mum and Dad if Mister Mosely was going to go to hospital like Benpa did to try and help him get better. But Dad said that would cost a lot of money and we couldnât afford it and anyway it wouldnât help much. He said the best thing to do was try and
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