You showed her the body; that was right. Now she at least won’t be looking for him.
Yes, that was very important.
I’m sorry. Rest in peace, Clarence.
Best wishes for Haricot.
The Cheerios glued to a piece of paper in the shape of a heart was so perfect in every way. It’s good that the grandwreks all said goodbye.
Possum heaven looks a lot like a bucket under the deck, with a cozy nest of cotton seed hulls inside.
And lots of Cheerios.
~VOW
My thankfulness to the Dope, and all you guys.
Miss Haricot was hanging out with ‘Cat’ the barn cat, this morning
Oh, good!
Seems likely she’ll be able to take comfort from, and make friends with, other members of your household.
I’ve been so addled.
Grief just wears a body out.
I’ve been spelling Haricots name wrong sometimes in this thread and sometimes not.
Son-of-a-wrek has promised to find me a baby 'possum, I immediately told him ‘NO’.
It wasn’t the fact that Clarence was a 'possum. It was him and his spirit and how he took to me. Another 'possum would never do.
I misread that as “Grief just wears a bodysuit” and spent a full five seconds trying to figure out if grief is fashion-forward or stuck in 1972.
Of course there’s no other Clarence. You two were clearly a match made in heaven. I have a feeling, though, that another unlikely critter is going to turn up someday and claim you for his or her own. The word is out.
Of course, I’m waiting on a rattlesnake or a porcupine to wander up on the deck.
Yeah, baby a painful pet!!
I could totally foresee a porcupine in your future, Beck. 
They are very cute.
There’s a zoo show and a porcupine is a zoo ambassador.
He’s very tame with the zoo employees and he allows visitors to feel his quills and give him a treat.
Alas, I don’t think porcupines are in Arkansas.
Going from a possum to a porkypine… What’s next - an alligator? female skunk? (Pogo has been out of print for decades - I’m trying to remember other characters.)
If I got a skunk the little grandwrex boys won’t have to worry about their odor.
If you get a skunk, you are legally required to name her Miss Mam’selle Hepzibah.
I’ll keep that in mind.
Is that on the list???
Another thing to get mad at God for is how short our pets’ lifespans are.
If I still believed in God that is.
I commented on another board, dogs are such wonderful and faithful companions but you’re always saying good-bye.
That’s sorta how I feel.
Except, I had that Rat terrier.
She lived 20+ years.
Probably 5 years more than I should’ve let her.
I just couldn’t do it.
She was totally blind and probably couldn’t hear either.
I’m proud to say she died in her favorite chair and just went to sleep.