Once I brought my teddy bear to T too, I wanted her to see him. I have named him and his name is very similar to my T's surname. I sleep with him and when I feel extremely low I walk around my apartment holding him. It's my transitional/comfort object. It may seem ridiculous, but it helps somehow, especially when I miss my T. And she understands what this teddy bear means to me. I feel like a baby in therapy and I think thats-why I need some comfort object.