Happy Birthday dear Chris

Me: What lovely photos. It’s Chris’s birthday today.

Nell: It is.

Me: Look at little Dave. And darling Mutley.

Nell: Yes.

Me: The one where he’s cuddling you both is just before he left to fly back to Toronto last year.

Nell: I know.

Me: We didn’t realise what was to come.

Nell: No, but, as I’ve told you before, there is light at the end of the kennel and better times are ahead.

Me: Yes, and he has Shannon and Marvin to celebrate with him today.

Nell: I wrote a poem for Chris. Would you like to hear it?

Me: Very much.

Nell: ‘Marvin the pup has asked me to say

That today is an awfully big sort of day.

It’s a day for celebrations and candles and cake

And a big bowl of fries

And a huge juicy steak.’

Me: You never say fries.

Nell: Marvin is from Texas and lives in Toronto. I am in character.

Me: Oh, I see.

Nell: May I continue?

Me: Of course.

Nell: ‘I said, ‘Whose birthday is it?

May I hazard a guess?

Could it be Chris’s?’

And Marvin said ‘Yes.

Sometimes life isn’t fair

And I know that you miss him

And just wish you were there

To hug and to kiss him.

But please do not worry

About that at all

Because I have enough kisses

To give him from us all.’

So Happy Birthday dear Chris.

Please know you are loved

By all of us here

And by those from above.’

Me: That was beautiful, Nell.

Nell: My pleasure.

Me: Chris lost his father last June and their birthdays were on the same day. So this is the first year he will celebrate without him.

Nell: Yes. I know.

Me: Sorry.

Nell: No need for sorry. Not today.

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