Bessie has lived her entire life in fear.
Well, maybe that’s not entirely correct, but she’s at least lived her life just on the edge of fear. She can go from relaxed and happy to tense and terrified in a split second. She’s not just scared of people who might try to hurt her. She’s even scared of the one person in the world who’s fed her and taken care of her for two and a half years — me.
I wrote about Bessie’s sister, Molly, last week. You can read that story if you’d like, because most of it applied to Bessie, too.

Coming economic hardship may help me understand Aunt Bessie
NOTEBOOK: The forest is burning, so quit arguing about single trees
Which side should we take in Syria? Let’s just mind our own business
Today is surgery for me; I’ll give you news and be back when I can
Would you secretly kill someone to get what you want the most?
Widow: ‘Things that mattered yesterday do not matter today’
Goodbye, Amelia (2000-2013)
Time and maturity have changed