The Fiancee found a possum this morning. He brought it back to the house and I rang Wildlife Victoria because it seemed to be sick. Wildlife Victoria could not come and get it until they found a carer. They told me they were having trouble finding one, So I rang about 20 other wildlife organizations. All of them were busy or did not answer the phone. We were stuck with a possum.
I did a little research and found out information on how to care for it, we gave it some apple and geraniums and put it in a box in a dark, quiet area. It seemed okay for most of the afternoon. It explored a little, had a look at the apple and seemed quite friendly.
Tinkerbell and Pirate Monkey decided to call it Hush from the book Possum Magic. Mate did not like it and refused to come near it, Bubba pointed and waved at it and seemed quite curious. The kids were very excited about having a possum in the house.
The Fiancee went to check on the possum called Hush a while ago. It had died. I realise animals die, especially wildlife when they get stressed. Had we stressed it out? It came as a shock to us that it died, an hour before it had seemed quite lively and didn't seem that sick or injured.
So this was an unexpected Saturday afternoon, I definitely didn't think I would be looking after a possum, or that I would find myself sad when it died.
RIP Hush the Possum who we looked after lovingly for about three hours.
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