Life Without Heloise

“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.” - Dr. Seuss

It’s been more than two weeks since Heloise disappeared off my porch, carrying her pouch full of babies and a little bit of my heart with her. For several days I waited, telling myself she would be back. But I knew. The gymnastics she went through to reach my porch - climbing up the tree beside the building, crawling out on a branch until it bent under her weight and brought her close enough to the ledge to jump - would be impossible with 8 or 10 babies clinging to her back. In fact, I was a bit surprised that she showed up that one last time. The babies were already big enough to be hanging out of her pouch and she looked decidedly uncomfortable.

Looking back I think it was her way of sharing her little family and saying good-bye. Is that too anthropomorphic? Probably, but I am one of those odd folks who believes that animals are in our lives for a reason. And, while an opossum was the last critter I expected to see on my balcony, I was delighted and intrigued when she appeared. Heloise brought a little magic and wonder into my life. I hope you felt it too.

Hugs!
Jena