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.

Goodbye, Mother
Emotional health shapes reality of couple more than personality type
My drive to be perfect led to lack of compassion for self and others
In an age when lies are expected, integrity matters more than ever
No loneliness worse than being with others, but not the right one
Latest shutdown means most papers where I worked are gone
As my path keeps changing, I can now admit my plans are useless