I used to talk to Whiskey all the freaking time. When I wasn't talking to him, I usually growled with him. He had a good non-aggressive growl, almost like he was trying as hard as he could to actually form words. It usually ended up with him yawning with a high-pitched whine and giving a look I could basically translate as "I give up; but you're still the best guy on the planet in my book. Here's a lick to prove it."
And then he'd lick my hand or a corner of my face.
*sighs* I still miss him. A lot.
And then he'd lick my hand or a corner of my face.
*sighs* I still miss him. A lot.