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.

FRIDAY FUNNIES (for Christmas)
What’s the use of love if the one who you love doesn’t need you?
At what point does a president become a dictator to be impeached?
To become extraordinary people, we can’t behave in ordinary ways
Here’s Valentine’s Day music for lonely folks with nobody to love
FRIDAY FUNNIES
AUDIO: Spark between two hearts can be beautiful mystery of love
As sowing comes before reaping, culture comes before politics
Drug raid in Birmingham points to folly and failure of the ‘drug war’