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Her birthday was sometime in March. She died in May, so I couldn't leave her out this month. =)

I rescued a baby possum several years ago. My neighbor’s dogs attacked her family, she was the only survivor. She was only one month old at the time. I saw her hiding on our fence, behind some big cypress trees. She looked so scared and cold too. I couldn’t let her die. So I picked her up and put her in a box with towels and brought her inside. I did some research online and called some wildlife rehabilitators. Everyone told me we would be lucky if she made it to six months. The plan was to just help her out and teach her all the things her own mother would have. After caring for her for a few weeks calling her “the baby” just didn’t feel right. She was so sweet, and so she was known from then on as “Sweet Pea”. I ended up getting pretty attached to her and she got pretty darn attached to me too. We went everywhere together. Because she was so little I had to feed her every three hours for a couple of weeks, then every five hours, then up to every eight hours… until she got older then it turned into one large meal a day. She was outside for several hours out of the day. She would eat the bugs and worms she would find walking around. She would climb big tree limbs. Our dog became her second mother. She would come to me when I’d call her name. Whenever I came home from school or work or outings, she would here me and immediately greet me at her door. Every morning I would go out and sit with her for about an hour then I’d start my day.

Her meals consisted of applesauce, yogurt, grapes, oatmeal, brown rice, chicken meat, carrots, eggs, and lots of other fruits and veggies. Everything was fresh and/or homemade. She got baths once a week, unless she went out and got into some trouble. She went camping with us and we educated many people around the South East. She rode around in a stroller and we went for walks sometimes too. I even carried her around with me in a baby sling when she got older and couldn’t fit in my pocket or the hood of my jacket. She’d sit in my lap at night and go to sleep until it was time for me to go to bed. She was even potty trained more or less.

I rescued her on my 14th birthday, best birthday present I’d ever received. She taught me a lot about life. Some say I rescued her but the truth is, she rescued me. She was probably the happiest, cleanest, and most spoiled possum there ever was. We beat the odds together. She lived to be three years and two months old. She wasn’t expected to get past three months with me. Their life expectancy in the wild is only six months. In captivity the average life expectancy is around one year… So, I’d say we did pretty good.

She was a huge part of our family. We all miss her dearly. She’s forever in our hearts.

Rest in Peace.

My family and I were really bored and we wanted to do something really fun and interesting that we had not done or at least not for many years. My mom suggested that we go to the South Mountain Creamery. We all screamed in excitement because we used to go there all the time when we were kids and hadn't been there for so many years. Other than watching the cows and buying amazing fresh dairy products and their famous ice cream, they have a few activities you can do. Not only can you go inside the barn where the baby cows are and pet them, but you can feed them as well. This is exactly what we all did-even my little sister who could barely hold the bottle of milk by itself. Once the calves got a hold of the bottle it was almost impossible to hold it anymore. They were so hungry that the bottle went all over the place almost making you lose control. But that was the fun of it all. When we were done feeding them we walked the aisle and interacted with every single calf. I let them sniff my hand and pet their heads. However, it was not a simple 'sniff to get to know you.' It was more like a big wet slobbery mess and it felt like it was going to eat your entire hand. Although it was a tiny bit gross, this is what made me enjoy it even more. I went up to each calf and let him/her lick my hand all over. With its long wet, yet prickly tongue, it was like no other feeling. I adored them and I could not stop taking pictures. Then we got to the chickens, roosters, and the giant turkey that was perched high above us. In fact, lots of birds were perched way above us, which we weren't too pleased about in case they had to go to the bathroom. When we finished everything in the barn we walked out and I took more pictures-pictures of a rooster that hopped in the back of a truck and pictures of Guineas in the air, jumping over the little creek. We played with the cats outside of the shop, got some yogurt and delicious ice cream, and went home. Even though we all felt the need to shower immediately, it was definitely a day well spent.