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 I die, what will I remember? Who won an election or who I loved?
Parent has to realize a child isn’t just miniature version of himself
Why do we ‘need’ the newest thing? Is that where people get their joy?
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
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Love is best thing to happen to us
Goodbye, Daddy
Question the ‘experts’: They don’t know as much as they think