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.

My old fear of looking foolish is strong incentive to do good work
Nightmarish dreams mean dead can continue to play mind games
We often don’t see who loves us until it’s too late to be an option
Best ways for man to love woman flow from how he lives every day
A ‘faux father’ loves being adored, but a real father is there full-time
Radical truths first seem untenable — until they finally seem obvious
How would you see your body if nobody told you it was flawed?
Cycles keep us circling through life until we get something right