Another Man Bites the Dust

Sad news abounds. Welcome to the 'new normal'. And if that is not bad enough...

Another man bites the dust.

Those who know our year at vet college (many a year ago) often comment about how close we have always seemed to be, with our regular reunions involving excesses in abundance. 

Each and every year, we migrate together to get off our heads with news and other intoxicants. The '77 Conference Reunion lives on, despite tax dodges being no longer a requirement.

This is very nearly unique. No others are crazy enough to do this, and none are likely to do it again (if they have any sense). 

But why?

The answer is simply: Chris.  

He was, and I sincerely hope will continue to be, the glue that has held us together. 

Of course; we will all miss him. A reunion without his famous speeches seems unimaginable. He will leave a hole in our lives, as well as a hole in the bookies accounts...

His long fight against his awful affliction (and no, I don't mean his ant fixation) never totally quelled his spirit, until the very end when, despite being on more last legs than a multiplegic centipede, still fought against the inevitable by escaping his hospital ward, so that he could shuffle off his mortal coil where he bloody-well wanted to. 

Good on him. 

'Memories' may be the standard fall back, but with Chris his presence will always be there to bug us, and I am certain will continue to glue us together. 

Until the last man bites the dust.

This new normal stops us from being at his wake, but I may excel myself and raise yet another glass.

Our heart-felt and deepest compassion to Jenni and all her family. And friends.

Phil & Annick