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.

Flawed bricks can build our lives, because perfection never arrives
Trust and spontaneous order don’t require heavy hand of the state
Christmas stands for quiet truths: love, faith, community and family
Tribal instincts cause us to see others as evil, when they’re just different
Appeals to ‘common sense’ are frequently excuses to avoid thinking
Most narcissists instinctively steal approval that you deserve
Epiphany: Was it so bad that I used to work toward perfection?