Talk to myself? God no, that would be crazy. That's what online forums are for.
But I think I can weird this up a little.
I've reported here my lifetime experience of dream yoga and in that I've had innumerable episodes with what is generally described as out of body experiences but what I simply refer to as just another aspect of dreaming.
In a number of those types of conscious dreams, my wolfpuppy, when alive--hasn't since--used to show up as a dream character and he'd just hang out or explore or play together with me, the same as we did when my body was awake. Well, except for the time in a dream (the type of dream known as a false awakening) when he walked through a wall: now that was something completely different.
Wolfpuppy was extremely bright, as we all think our pets are. He loved his carrot snacks and figured out on his own how to help himself. He'd come into the kitchen, wrap his paw around the edge of the fridge door, put on this big ol' smile and pull the door open, stick his head inside, grab a carrot out of its bag on the lower shelf and prance onto his snack mat in the living room. My brother and s.i.l. happened to be chatting with me in the kitchen one day when he did this and my brother put on a face like he had just entered the Twilight Zone.
Some time after wolfpuppy died, while I was still deeply mourning my loss after we'd been together for about a dozen years, I was home sitting at my desk doing my work, not even thinking about him, when I started to smell carrot juice. I couldn't figure out where the fuck was it coming from. It kept getting stronger and stronger and I'm looking around and the entire room is filling up with the smell of carrots. Just as the carrot juice smell gets its strongest, you could just about taste it--it was like swimming in carrots--and it starts to fade, wolfpuppy comes to my mind and I am stunned at myself that I hadn't already made that association. Now the smell is fading and I'm trying to hold onto it as I think about nothing but my pup but it clears out of the room leaving me crying for wonderful wolfpuppy who I loved, who I talked to, who sometimes, it seemed in my imagination, could let me know that he knew how much I loved him.
Except for the refrigerator part, I'm not saying any of that was real. The dreams were but dreams, the smell, an hallucination of mourning deeply. But it does indicate how intricately our minds incorporate into our thinking & our emotions and our being the life in our lives, how real for us become the bonds we develop though they pass from our grasp too soon.
RIP Wolfpuppy. You are loved.