Of injured possums

One of the nice things of living in our fair city is that, in many ways, it has not quite transitioned to a total concrete and asphalt jungle. We still have citrus rats roaming our back yards, snakes making a regular appearance, as well as visiting ambassadors of many varieties of birds, mammals and reptiles. Here at our house even have an opossum living under the shed in the back yard.
The downside is that occasionally those creatures interact with modern living and are most often on the losing side. For instance this morning an opossum was behaving erratically just down the street. It appeared to be sick or injured, and truth be told, the sight was heartrending. What it is about the suffering of animals that touches something so sensitive inside most of us. I'd rank empathy as one of the most human of qualities, and it was hard to see that little fella in pain. A call to animal services was made so, I can only hope the creature is no longer suffering. Anyone else have more positive wildlife encounters here in town?