Bessie

After Nina dying, it was great to spend time with Bessie during her evening feed. She’s friendly, strong and cute. She loves the milk formula and always wants more. After her feed she nudges and sniffs me to get more. When we feed her we pat and stroke her all over so she gets used to being handled. One day we might milk her.

I felt so happy after spending the time with Bessie and watching d’Artagnan romp around nearby and drink the leftover formula. I started wondering why and how animals climb inside our hearts and make a comfortable home there. I love my animals. Do they love me too or do they just like it that I feed them? Anyway, they bring me joy.