Today (August 5th) would have been Billy's Birthday, and I thought about his sweet love that he gave me for the years that he was here. I miss having him so much. I have had many chins since Billy, but there is always that special one. In answer to my last two posts, I saved the fur mentioned in the poem in a glass frame with the pieces of fur noted which they are. Now, when ever I comb one of my chins, I take the fur out of the comb and put it in their jar. I have a little jar for each chin. I do have a flat piece of clay with his front and back foot prints and his name on it. The clay foot prints are a great idea, but break very easy. Happy Birthday, Billy, I love you.