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.

THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Thomas, the aloof loner of my menagerie
Sometimes we don’t really notice perfect match ’til it’s far too late
Kind words can make difference for stressed parents at Christmas
Will you sell more days of your life
Santa checked his list twice — and some of you’ve been naughty
Why do we accept ‘one size fits all’ rules that force us to fight each other?
Visit from his dead parents shook father’s disbelief in supernatural
Her dad didn’t want to help her, so here’s a jack-o’-lantern for Hannah
Yes, I truly appreciate your flaws; they point the way to your worth