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.

World is an insane roller coaster and I need this insanity to stop
Why are so many of us afraid of the love and happiness we want?
Why is it ‘isolationism’ to oppose killing those who didn’t attack us?
Reality check: A stupid racial prank isn’t ‘the worst thing anybody can do’
Dear Donald Trump: Want a deal? You can buy my transcripts cheap
Mass. principal cancels honors night so losers won’t have hurt feelings
Rand Paul shows you can fight the system or join it — but not both
Would you be glad or ashamed if others could read your thoughts?