Perhaps it wasn’t the wisest thing of us to name a stray female kitten after the serial killer TV show, Dexter, and expect a cuddly kitty. But, love is sometimes dangerous, bleeding stops, and wounds kind of heal.
I would not have it any other way of the being she was, though. Some would consider this a very dysfunctional relationship, but I suppose all relationships are somewhat dysfunctional. When I see humans with big wild cats, such as tigers, I am really grateful she was just a cat, cause my wounds might be fatal.
Even until her last moments she had enough strength to give me a bloody goodbye just for trying to help her from falling off the bed. I guess to impose a stronger memory, cause I’m not always the best at remembering things, unless they are deeply embedded in sensory experience haha
Dexter died on Nov 11, 2025, and was about 15 years old.
She had a nice solid life I would say. She got to go on a plane, twice, did a road trip from Miami to my place in Ontario. She got to stay in hotels, and got to live in 4 different places, where she was free to come and go in most of them. She caught lizards, mice, and loved to hunt for pigeons, fortunately most things lived. She also loved the sun, and we definitely had that in common. She would lay in direct sunshine and soak up the rays for hours, which makes sense since she was born in Miami.
Dexter taught me many lessons over the years. What I especially learned from her was that life doesn’t care for how you want it to be. You can try and shape things, but ultimately it helps shape you.
She did become more tame over the years, which was nice to observe, but that beast always stayed present if you got a bit too comfortable, and that’s a great reminder to never loose your own spark.
R.I.P
Nah, go F some shit up in the next world 😛
