Poor Billy

Billy, one of my first bears who has been with me forever was brutally attacked by Oscar today. Despite having hidden him, Oscar had sought him out, having had his eye on him since he was a pup. Luckily I caught him quite quickly, but poor Billy's nose had been partly torn off and the velvety material covering it was all but chewed off. Was not impressed! Decided not to photo his face as it is just too graphic! It looks fixable though, will just have to get the teddy doctor's (sewing) kit out.
Was finally able to help out at the zoo this afternoon, and I had managed to remember most of who was who from last year, and quickly deciphered between the two new babies.