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.

Are we destined to become our parents? Or can we be different?
Best ways for man to love woman flow from how he lives every day
When does healthy love become nothing but unhealthy obsession?
If I perform well enough for you, will you give me love, approval?
What’s the best word for those of us who just want to be left alone?
Would getting away from civilization help us live better?