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I came home and i so much felt she was out there on her perch on the broken down picnic table. I tell myself, i don't believe in this; yet i know she was there. And, then i put out a tiny offering of food; what has happened to me?

My therapist said that people feel about their pets the way they do their children and, suddenly i owe an apology to all those i've dismissed over the years who couldn't get over their dogs. It's something different when you feel responsible and that is where the connection to raising a child is.