This morning I fed Dexter and pet him and told him "You poor old boy" like I do most mornings. This afternoon Dex laid down on the sunny spot of my handicap ramp, and appears to have passed away quite peacefully at the ripe old age of 19. He lived life totally oblivious of his circumstances, I can only guess he greeted death with "Hey there is some kind of shiny light!"
RIP Dexter Lee. You will be missed.
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