I was on my home from the club Saturday night when I saw something I had never seen before. I had just dropped off one of my girls and I saw a set of animal eyes in my headlights. Then, outta of nowhere some other car whipped in front of me and almost ran the creature over. I noticed that the small animal didn't move, I thought that was odd so I pulled up next to the little creature. OMG, it was a possum! Now, usually I wouldn't have cared and probably would have just kept driving but the possum was behaving in a way that caught my attention. Not to mention that this possum was really big! Definitely larger then a house cat!

So, I pulled up right next to him and realized that the possum appeared to be choking on something. His mouth was wide open and he kept pacing in a circle. For a minute I thought the damn thing was playing me because you know, he's a possum and he could have been "playing possum" So like a idiot I cracked my window and yelled out to try and district him from his very convincing show that he was putting on...me yelling to him at 2am didn't even seem to phase him. This little guy really was dying...yikes.

I turned on my brights and that's when I noticed the poor little guy was really suffering. It was horrible, I was in shock, I wanted so badly to help him and yet I felt completely helpless. It was 2 or so in the morning, I was by myself and I didn't know if he would try and bite me or if had any diseases or what he would do if I were to approach him, so I sat there in my car and watched this poor fellow suffer, I basically was watching him die. Now by no means am I one of those tree hugging, paint slinging, fur ruining, no meat eating do-gooders but I do love animals and this just made me feel really bad, I mean awful.

After what felt like hours of watching the possum he started to lay down on his side as if he was giving into death and subcoming to his fate. For some odd reason I began to get scared so I left. I drove home and woke my husband up and told him what I saw. He didn't seem to be too interested and rather bothered that I woke him...hmm, Nerve!

Anyway, I woke up the next morning and the gray little possum was all I could think about, (I find this very odd that the possum affected me this way) anyway, I had my husband drive me back to the place that I saw the possum to see what had happen to him, he wasn't there!!! Everything in my soul rejoiced! I had not been a witness to the loss of life after all...today will be a good day! And then my sweet husband says (in a very loving voice "there he is honey, he's dead I am sorry") And there he was, a few feet away from where I had last seen him, he must have struggled for a little longer after I left.

I sighed hard and we turned around and went home. Again, I have no idea why this upset me the way it did, but this left me with a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I should have done something besides watch. All living things are just that, living things, we all deserve more then to spend are last moments alone in the dark and cold dying a horrible death. I am still not sure what killed that little guy because there was no blood. I wish I had more to report but honestly, that's where the story ends.

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Kendraplease