In a staring contest with Titi, (here seen cosplaying a mob boss), I am always the first to look away. Her eyes, enormous, black, show no whiteness, unless she is side-eyeing you. And she side-eyes. This week will mark two years that she has been with us, rescued from the cage, the forced births, the neglect. She perfected staring during those long and lonely hours in that cage. The only release was when she was yanked out to be mounted by a male. When she runs now, leashless, on the bay farm pathways, she leaves a trail that is palpable. I race behind, inhaling her joy.