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 still feel shame for wanting to pursue the desires of my heart
When we sell Jesus like soap, maybe we’re spiritually bankrupt
Shame and Fear still stand guard over my efforts to chase dreams
Goodbye, Dagny (2004-2019)
‘What’s the worth of one warm smile? Go and ask the dead man’
Trip to Memory Lane reminds me some relationships deserve to die
Abortion debate gives us lots of candidates for ‘Idiot of the Year’
EU Nanny State bans young kids from evil balloons and whistles