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’m losing need to explain myself to those who misunderstand me
I kinda like Rand Paul, but I don’t support anybody as ruler-in-chief
Why do we consider it shallow to crave beauty in romantic partner?
Get over it: There’s no media conspiracy against your beliefs
Join me Tuesday for some live radio — if you can stomach an hour of me
$22,600 for a library router for four users? No wonder states are broke
Sometimes, one dream is enough to change your life, if you believe it
Law profs: the Constitution means whatever we say it means
At life’s end, who we’ve loved will matter more than what we’ve owned