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.

We’re slowly losing our religion, but we manage to find new gods
Today is surgery for me; I’ll give you news and be back when I can
Until we experience awakening, we’re blind to truth in our hearts
Love & Hope — Episode 8:
Why is it ‘isolationism’ to oppose killing those who didn’t attack us?
My old fear of looking foolish is strong incentive to do good work
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