Yoder,
It amazes me how much pets can affect one's life. I was always the guy who "liked" pets but would never own them. Upon hearing that, a friend commented, "you just don't realize how special pets can be". That was several years ago. I currently own two standard Poodle's that came into my life very unexpectedly. They are a tremendous amount of work to train, groom, and care for etc. I too am retired and for the first time in my life believe I'm beginning to understand what my friend meant. They are like children, I talk to them like they were human. Princess lays her head on my bed in the morning and stares at me until I wake, just content to watch. When she see's me stir she paws at me gently as if to say " get up lazy bones, it's time for my walk".
My heart goes out to you having lost Desmond. My sister has a cat named Angel that has taken to me. She loves to jump up on the counter and drink from the faucet. I think she actually talks to me when she meows. It's a beautiful sound, and one I believe is just between us. I hope you find another friend/pet that will talk to you and help you remember Desmond.
kind regards,
John
a pic of my 1 year old pups, Belle and Princess