Yep. I’m quite fond of coons and possums. Both visit my back porch frequently.
My family spent more on dog food for raccoons than a lifetime of German Shepherds, and I got to know them well as a kid. There was one mother, something happened to her baby and it ended up neurologically all screwed up, and for a couple of years, through the next year’s litter, she apparently was sleeping in some den with it, and escorting it to our deck each night, and I ended up setting up the little buffet of sardines and dog food in a corner by the sliding glass door, and mom would make sure each night it got there, and she would let it have all that to itself, and keep all the others away.
It was just an incredible level of care and loyalty there, where you will even see humans dump family in nursing homes and facilities. But not that girl.