This is my pal, Moon. His big, official name is Moonbeam Lewis when we go to the vet. Moon came to live with us about a year ago. He started out by living under my truck, then in a box house I set up for him under the eaves, and then finally one rainy November night I just scooped him up and brought him into the house. Moon has eye problems and his back is messed up, just like mine, so we make a pretty good pair. He requires at least one daily hug or else he gets sad. When we got him, his hair was nasty-very dry and had some oil in it from the truck. Now he’s looking good and never lets me out of his sight! When I’m up late at night and writing, Moon is right with me.