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.

As world descends into madness, back away and guard your heart
Why are we uncomfortable when other people aren’t much like us?
Health risk and social costs make drinking alcohol a very poor risk
Suicide’s what happens when you can’t find reasons to keep living
Goodbye, Dagny (2004-2019)
ABC execs’ desire to delay interview shows misunderstanding of their job
If you want permission to skip that Super Bowl party, here it is
Drug warrior claims weed killed 37, but you and I can be just as blind