Un-Awesome Opossum

An awful thing happened today. Twice. I removed the cover on one of the pool filters to discover what I first thought was a fish- then a hairpiece- then Chelsea set me straight. It was a baby opossum! And after mom fished it out, she informed me that the same thing had happened this morning. Two little creature siblings had perished in my family pool. As I gazed at the poor pink opossum face, eyes forever closed and matching tail completing the fetal position in quiet defeat, I considered what a horrible death he or she must have died, slowly drowning with no reason to live after its other family member was gone. This nearly brought me to tears. I decided to have a small memorial, if I could do nothing else. I said a few words over the trash can holding opossum and mourned. It's awful to die alone in the world, but if you don't die alone, you always leave someone else behind, forever mourning and remembering. I would be there for this poor opossum. He would not be alone.

~~K the mourner of small animals...and large ones....and people....