My husband found a possum today, alone, in the openness of our yard, struggling on the ground in the midday heat. Maybe most people would’ve just walked past her. But I couldn’t.

She was scared and possibly hurt and didn’t belong out in the open like that. She was suffering. So I immediately set a bowl of water near her and called around for help. Got disconnected. Sent to websites. Nobody wanted to deal with her.

I cried thinking no one would care. But I stayed calm for her. Because she deserved that. Because she mattered to me.

But eventually, someone said yes. If I could bring her.
So I did.

Half an hour’s drive away, she deserved to be seen.
To be helped.
To not die alone.

When I was a kid, a dog killed a mama possum and scattered her babies. We tried to save them, but no one would help then either. Eventually one by one they all died and I was devastated. I’ve never forgotten them and I never forgot how people turned away.

That pain still lives in me. And maybe that’s why I couldn’t leave this one behind.

The world is full of beings who are hurting, people and animals both, who are left to suffer because they’re “too much trouble.”

But they matter.
She mattered.
And I’ll keep saying that. Even if I’m the only one.

*For Educational Purposes Only. Do Not Handle Wild Animals. And Please, Seek Professional Help, If You Come Across A Sick Or Hurt Animal Suffering.

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