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.

When will you admit that a constitution can’t control state?
Let others be wrong if they want; it’s not your job to fix their errors
Sick of partisan political conflicts? Join me in taking a 90-day break
Loss of respect for truth leads to remorseless liar’s excuses
Obama’s delusion about ‘explaining’ illustrates all-too-common narcissism
English teacher tells Wellesley grads: ‘You’re nothing special’ — not yet
After 50 years of being alone and disappointed, boy finally gets girl
If you made an error yesterday, it’s ‘foolish consistency’ to stick with it
Was I ‘fat’? ‘Lazy’? My father’s ugly words made me feel shame