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.

I wasn’t allowed to express need, so I’ve spent life traveling alone
To escape hate, turn off media and deal with others in love, kindness
Though it’s helpful to have talent, that won’t guarantee success
Everybody has times when he needs someone to save his life
Socialists miss simple truth that serving others will create wealth
Pro-free market candidates don’t promise price targets on gasoline
To save my own sanity, it’s time for me to shut up about Trump
Don’t trust this con man — or almost anybody else on ‘TV news’