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.

Patterns that made old mistakes keep us making same old errors
Let’s quit trying to force others to choose our shopping preferences
Our contradictory beliefs lead to irrational views, foolish decisions
Goodbye, Thomas (2006?-2023)
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Sonny, a sweet boy who needs a home
As our heroes grow old and die, it’s a reminder of our mortality
Life as misunderstood stranger feels like walking through a fog
A year later, late-night phone call and suicide threat still echo in me