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.

How many of these Christmas myths did you assume were from the Bible?
FRIDAY FUNNIES
My reaction to man’s home taught me more about me than about him
Visit from his dead parents shook father’s disbelief in supernatural
Politicians trying to stamp out innovation to help monopolies
State-based ‘aid culture’ makes people believe they’re entitled to other people’s money
How would we see the gang war in Texas if the faces had been black?
Question the ‘experts’: They don’t know as much as they think
Before you can rescue other folks, you have to learn to save yourself