Saturday, November 7, 2009
Sad PS
The possum died, but not before she had a scrumptious full plate of cat food. She had a safe, warm place for her last bit of time on earth. I buried her in the back yard in a nest of golden leaves, in a place where the sun first touches the yard as it rises. Poetic but ridiculous since possums are nocturnal. Oh well.
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Bless you. At least she was warm, comfortable, and safe for her last moments. Her last experience of life was with you, which is a heck-of-a-lot better than if she had been left to wander the streets - cold and alone.
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