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.

Without growth on similar paths, two people drift apart, love dies
Politicians have no right dictating the menu of your kid’s Happy Meal
As world descends into madness, back away and guard your heart
I like Ron Paul, but he’s not winning (and I don’t believe in the system)
Continued collapse of competence points toward decline of a culture
Overthrow of Gaddafi no justification for attacks on other countries
Certainty leaves us unwilling to change beliefs when we’re wrong