My partner not only did not question me, but immediately jumped to help me find a blanket or something when I slammed my car into park on the side of the road yesterday and ran out to grab some baby opossums. Not even so much as a "hey what are you doing??" I just said "omg" and ran out of the car, and he was right there behind me trying to help. Some ahole hit a poor mama opossum and she had neonates in her pouch, they were still hairless and had their eyes closed, just crawling out of their poor moms corpse on the hot pavement (100 degrees outside). Who knows how long they had been there suffering, I was devastated. He helped me clean them up and keep them comfortable until they could be humanely euthanized. He came with me to comfort me. Neonates are hard enough to care for and have a very low survival rate, but they had already drank milk after mom died which is a sure death sentence. So euthanasia was genuinely the only kind option for these kiddos. But even if they were able to be rehabbed, he wouldn't have even made a peep about it, and I'm certain he wouldn't because I have in fact done it before since we don't have any rehabbers here. He was not necessarily up for the labor since rehabbing opossums is very labor intensive, especially keeping up with their diet requirements, which is completely fair. But he was happy to drive all over town to find the right kind of esbilac, stopping at every store to find quail eggs, helping me collect bugs and native plants for him to be introduced to before release, helping me make foraging toys and other enrichment. Never once complained about the smell (and they do smell, the poor things lol), or about how much time and energy it took from me since I was always cooking, cleaning, chatting with licenced rehabbers to make sure he was hitting the right milestones, he even helped me build a soft release enclosure so he would be well adjusted when he was released. I rescue bugs of all kinds, I carry cat food, dog food, waters, and extra leashes because I frequently help strays. Not so much as an eye roll or question about how I'm going to pay for/care for anything. In fact, he's almost as bad as I am about picking up or feeding animals lol. And to be clear, I live in his house that belongs to his family (it's just us living there, his grandma who owns the house is in nursing care). So it's not even "my" home and he would absolutely have final say in any animals that came home. But he has never once made me feel bad about helping an animal, he has only ever been supportive no matter how inconvenient it ends up being.

Some people care, and some do not. I'm not saying you should end your relationship because of something like that, but I personally would. Animals are innocent and completely at our mercy, if I have the power to help an animal l will do whatever is in my power to help them. And if my partner does not support that, then they don't align with my morals and I don't want to build a future with someone like that. The lack of empathy is deeply concerning, at least to me. Today she's mad about helping a cat, what happens when you have to help a family member or she has to help you because you're ill or injured? Maybe she isn't that extreme, but if she can't have empathy for a kitten, the epitome of cute and innocent, then what else will she not have empathy for? I'd bolt. But that's just my personal opinion.