Tonight we were walking, and I saw a possum dead in the road about Corny's size. So now I'm feeling sad. And, frankly, pissed that someone barreled down Comstock St. and killed him. This is what I get for becoming too attached to our backyard wildlife.
Corny, I got very used to peeking out to see if you were partaking of our compost. I will miss your furry little face.