Robin, my last remaining South American four eyed opossum, died today. She had been cursed with health problems since before I even got her. Over time our vet removed a number of mammary and other tumors, a bunch of loose skin and fat deposits from another disorder, and finally she decided that the most recent tumors were too entwined into her organs to be removed successfully. So I've known that Robin was dying for a month or two and I was prepared for this day.
She hadnt been eating for a few days, I caught her sneezing/coughing a day ago, and I saw today that she was too weak to get back into her pouch which has been laying flat on the ground for her. The tumors had grown very large, were actually ripping out of her skin on her belly, and they were rather infected. It was time.
I took her in, said goodbye and we gave her an abdomen injection and she passed a little after 5pm curled up safe in her pouch while being stroked.
She was a very unique animal to keep. She was smart and somewhat entertaining. Other than her constant health issues, she was pretty easy to care for and she actually got along with our dogs.
I am happy that she is no longer suffering, but I'm going to miss her and I think my dog Rowdy is going to miss her even more. I think that he thought of her as his pet and would follow her around the yard keeping an eye on her.
So I shed a tear for my fallen opossum and I picture her in her heaven hissing at Phil once again.