And if you are happy with me
I am happy with you
And if you
I pity and love
just the same
And if you love me
We may not
the same way
Or love the same, either
but who is to say
what’s right and wrong
when we live so shortly
if we live at all
So yesterday I noticed a dead opossum by the sidewalk and walked over to it. It turned out to be a mommy, with 3 babies (still alive) in its pouch, so I called Sophie and she gave me the number for Animal Control. They told me I’d have to wait 45 minutes to an hour for them to get there.
One was completely in the pouch, another under the mom, and the third crawling around, making noises.
30 minutes into waiting, my friend Becca texts me saying she just got off work from the South Florida Wildlife Center and she’d be willing to pick them up and take them there instead of handing them over to Animal Control.
The doctor said that the babies were at their borderline weight to be out of the pouch, and they’ll be in the incubator.
Becca just texted me that 2 of them made it. The one that was crawling around didn’t.
I know I should be happy that they’re alive but I honestly feel really shitty about the third one. I wish I got there sooner or something.
So I met Neil Gaiman today and he not only signed my moleskine and gave me awesome hugs, but said my artwork is really good.
I can die happy now.