I have Poppi, short for Popeye. He was loosing his left eye when I first saw him while working at HHS shortly after Harvey. He was scruffy, scared and simply melted my heart. Thanks to hard work by the vet techs his eye was saved and he has only a tiny, not visible unless you know it is there scar. He grew up to be a honey-colored, fur draping the floor, cuddly beauty. I smile every time I look at him.