The winter had arrived with a vengeance. The wind was howling outside, rattling the old windows in their frames, and driving the rain onto the glass. Inside the small terraced house all was still and warm. Billy was content, Billy was doing, what Billy liked best, curled in a tight ball on the lap of the man. Drifting in and out of sleep, and on occasion stretching out, rubbing her head back and forth, and stretching out a paw to touch the man’s chest. It was necessary to mak

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I have always enjoyed films, predominantly watching them on television and as time and technology progressed via video and DVD. These...