Posted by Dinah on July 11, 2005, at 20:14:04
In reply to therapists are like pets, posted by alexandra_k on July 11, 2005, at 19:49:10
Yes they are. I could have a lifetime of pets, and not come near to having a Bunty.
After she died, I looked for her everywhere. For her soul, you know? Because I knew if there was reincarnation, she'd come back to me. She'd find a way back to me somehow. Even though I killed her. I don't think I stopped looking until I didn't see her in my son's eyes.
After Bunty died, Harry was born. I didn't love him like Bunty. I want to spend eternity with Bunty. I would have married Bunty if I could have. But Harry was wonderful and I loved him. I loved him more than I can say.
I've had dozens of pets before and after and during those two. Some I loved more than others. But no one would ever take their place, any more than anyone could take my son's place.
Yes, you get other pets. But they aren't replacements. You don't feel the same way. You only get a few true loves in your life in pets, and in husbands, or family, or therapists.
All the therapists in the world couldn't take the place of the one I have. No one else would feel remotely like him.
All the dogs in the world will never take Bunty's place in my life. My arms still ache for her. The bubble of laughter that was my Bunty, that was my happiness, is forever stilled. The swelling of admiration and pride that was my Harry will never return.
Another pet, maybe one in ten or twenty, might capture another very very special spot in my soul.
But a new pet will never take Bunty's role. A new pet will never take Harry's role. That bubble of happiness, that swell of pride, they're both gone forever.
If my therapist were to go, I could find someone to talk to and to give me sage advice. But the font of all safety (which is what I called him last session) would be gone forever.
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