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.

I’m losing need to explain myself to those who misunderstand me
Conflict pushes inner buttons to make me feel like child in trouble
With millions jobless, U.S. companies struggle to find skilled workers
Why am I shocked that a friend’s happy news makes me feel envy?
When you can’t call one you love, silent phone just taunts your need
Does every loss of love finally become a case of ‘sour grapes’?
If you’re sure what’s important, everything else seems trivial
FRIDAY FUNNIES
What’s at the root of objections to real freedom? Paternalism