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.

Sad, but true: Neither Ron Paul nor any libertarian has chance to win
I’m shutting the whole world out, but I’m also waiting to be rescued
It’s official: U.S. government debt no longer gets top rating from S&P
If your own life is all messed up, lecture others about fixing theirs
Without the state, who would plow roads? We and our neighbors will
Christmas tree ‘promotion fee’ is just another hidden tax on consumers
Why are killing, maiming people elsewhere called moral, ‘legal’?
We frequently go back to the past hoping to find a different future