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.

If they steal from taxpayers long enough, shoplifting seems normal
Apologize while you still can, because you’ll live with regret
UPDATE: Two weeks after surgery, I’m better; thanks for asking
Cancer diagnosis forces you to decide what really matters in life
Why exactly is it such a big deal to be invited to the White House?
Without motivation, dreams fade,
Something in us usually wants to believe next year will be different
Can love last? Man holding hand of his dying wife gives me hope
Traits that lead to great romance don’t always make right partners