Nothing even this graphic phases me much anymore, as I've seen most all by now. Dear Billy looks like he's had such a tough life, and it really makes me boil to know he knew love and the gentle caress of someone when he was cute and tiny. Someone sure 'got rid of' him. Probably the first time he whizzed on a wall he was kicked out to attempt survival on his own. I'm so happy Carla, Melissa and Katie stepped in to find him a forever home where once again he'll know love, and that he didn't die alone like too many do. I can sure see the beauty in his forlorn eyes. If I knew of transport help, I'd be adding that on as well, but I'm in Mass. Please give Billy some extra butt scritchies for me, and some catnip too.