And for the people I consider my friends - because I think they deserve to know. Chris passed away yesterday, in his sleep. He had a pretty good track record for a rat (a week away from 2,5 years), and I like to think of my life being ridiculously long, like a Time Lord's, rather than his life span being short.
But I want to talk about how Chris lived.
He was the baby of the family and never quite learned to act grown up. He played all his life, sometimes rough.
He found biting our fingers and his brother's legs really amusing, and never understood what was wrong (I think he has a learning disability). He once bit my eyelid.
He loved putting things in and out of water, and during his last week his favourite object was a water bowl with fish printed on the bottom. Like a carp pond. Aw yeah
He had a complicated relationship with a red toy dog.
At some point he got the nickname Secretary because he loved to sleep on an old broken landline phone.
He had an interest in digital screens, especially my 3DS.
He loved fruit and veg more than meat, which is odd for a rat.
He (and Gene) watched tv. They both liked cop shows and Doctor Who (and disliked sitcoms, even quality ones like Father Ted) but Chris was the only one who watched Billy Elliot with me.
He was named after a dogsbody copper out of the 70s and he lived up to that name.
He always liked to play and I don't think he'd get the concept of mourning.
He could have been born in the streets (his mother was an albino stray, his father was wild) but he got to spend his life with us.
Chris was absolutely fantastic and I suspect he knew it. We had some good times, even with all the bites.
I won't pretend like this is any sort of easy (I don't think it even hit me or Gene completely yet) but I try to think of it as more of a "see you later" than a "farewell". What does any of us know anyway, other than that that life is fleeting and precious.