Elle is a single, an only. She’s not a twin. She arrived as a runaway having escaped a harsh life. Rescued, she has never forgotten her origin. She’s skittish. She doesn’t trust. Other times she sleeps upon the bed and can’t be moved. I have a lot of sympathy for her. She’s undoubtedly had a hard life. I am as good to her as I can be. When Elle and I first met, the sight of my camera pointed in her direction was enough to make her run. Now, she poses for me – reluctantly or resigned? She has unconditional love here – from me. I hope (wish) she knows it.