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.

Today’s group hatred says world hasn’t learned Auschwitz lessons
Forced sterilization gets to heart of arrogant progressive agenda
Lesson from U2: Rejection doesn’t necessarily mean it’s time to give up
Tradeoffs about values leave me feeling like ‘double-minded man’
I’d be thrilled if Ron Paul were elected, but I won’t vote for him
World has become a freak show, but we’re not supposed to notice
If authentic connection is absent, we crave love and a human touch
What does a man confess about himself when he wants a ‘slut’?
Don’t believe the words they say: Politicians revert to their incentives