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.

Epiphany: Was it so bad that I used to work toward perfection?
Finding joy brings more happiness than the empty pursuit of pleasure
Sabans remind me that choice of partner can be a key to success
Listen to Samuel’s ancient warning to Israel about anointing a ruler: ‘…you shall be his slaves’
Goodbye, Dagny (2004-2019)
I wasn’t allowed to express need, so I’ve spent life traveling alone
Market failure? Why do we have so many overeducated people?