Bella does not drink in front of me. She drinks when I am not in the room, or at night when I am lying quietly my bed. I hear the lap, lap, lap of her drinking in the dark. Moving her food off her bed seems like the right degree of challenge right now. She is so frightened. The voices of other people in the outer rooms, and probably all the sounds of the household machines concern her. When she does take a treat from my hand, it's only after I have been petting her for a few minutes. My touch reassures her. When I feel her relax, I place the treat on my palm and rest my hand on the bed in front of her. After a moment, she gently takes it, barely touching me. It feels like a little, very soft kiss.