Ah, one of the happy drooler brigade! The fellow I put to sleep a few years back would drool on me when I would either pet him or brush him. Messy but sweet. ;)
Ah, one of the happy drooler brigade! The fellow I put to sleep a few years back would drool on me when I would either pet him or brush him. Messy but sweet. ;)
My mother used to have this big, tough orange tabby Tom named Joshua, but he was her "little baby." When she was in her recliner, feeling awful from getting her chemo, Josh would jump up into her lap, and then lay on her chest, placing a paw on either side of her neck, hugging her, and bury his head under her chin, nuzzling her. She had to keep a towel on her neck because he'd just open up the "drool spigots" and lay there, comforting her for hours at a time.
Mark