Pee Wee & Veronica
"I am a naturally skeptical person, so when I asked Dexter to help me with my two fighting cats... I didn't really believe it would help. My cat Veronica won't let any other animals in the house since my two boxers died. She has driven one cat off...and scratched everyone's dog that has come to visit...I just felt that I would never be able to bring another animal into my home.
I brought a little orphan kitten home and the first time I introduced them, Veronica scratched a huge gash in the kittens ear. I was afraid to let them meet again....Dexter told my cat not to use her claws. 10 days later I let them meet again....Veronica batted the kitten around, but I looked and... no scratches. This went on every day for a week. Veronica would bat the kitten..but never scratched her again. Then, Dexter told me that Ronnie wasn't as mad as I thought so I decided for the first time I would let them be together...by the end of one day.....Veronica was sleeping in a chair and the kitten was sleeping on the floor underneath her. The next day Veronica didn't bat the kitten at all. I can't explain it in any other way than by Dexter's intervention. I think it is incredible. Now I feel that I can leave them together when I am not at home." - Louise Avila Joseph, Oregon
Ghandi & Stella
Jane couldn't even leave her dog Ghandi home for 1/2 hour. She said when she returned it looked as though Edward Scissorhands had visited.
"When I got home there would be stuffing from the new living room cushions everywhere. It was horrible. Ghandi would also go into a suitcase and pull out a bag of stuff, go into the bathroom and chew the lid of cleaning products and into my closet to chew my favorite shoes. I started crating him again, and when I got back he had turned over the water bowl, sprayed urine on the walls and bent the cage and broke the hinges with his teeth!"
I (Dexter) talked to Ghandi and did some energy work. After the session Jane writes:
"Today was another successful day. I was gone for about four hours. Everything was still in it's place! NOTHING was even moved. The improvement is phenomenal, and this I attribute to you, your work and what you have taught us. My dog Stella is relaxed for the first time ever since I've had Ghandi. Real progress. To see Stella relaxed and not worrying about Gandhi getting into trouble feels amazing. They're playing more and the happiest I've ever seen them. There have been big shifts all around.
THANK YOU Dexter, you really are such a wonderful healer. God bless you!" - Jane Hepburn, Los Angeles
Jack & Nekko
"I have had the opportunity to have Dexter communicate with my cats on different occasions. Our problems in the house were mostly about status, and there was a lot of acting out. Changes with my cats were immediate after Dexter’s first visit. So much so that when my husband returned home, not knowing Dexter had been there, his first words were of shock that all three cats were sitting in the living room and there was no fighting! Dexter’s next visit involved our oldest cat, who belonged to my grandmother, and we had moved into her house. Misty had stopped using the litter box. After one visit with Dexter, I had a much better understanding of what Misty needed and she began using her box again." - Tyn Atol, Pasadena, California
Lucia
"Dexter was wonderfully kind and patient with my cat Lucia, and provided valuable insights into what was happening to her. Since Dexter’s last visit, Lucia has not peed on the furniture and has been much quieter at night. Dexter was a terrific asset in the relationship between me and my kitty." - Kate Soto, Los Angeles, CA
Sno-ball & Charlie
Sno-ball showed up at our apartment complex in West L.A. emaciated, abscessed, filthy, not neutered and in full heat; never sleeping, roaming, fighting and spraying everywhere. Clearly abused, his tail was chopped off, and he was terribly skittish.
Sno lived on the front porch for the first year. Frantically possessive and aggressive he guarded the area with his life, obliterating any creature that crossed the threshold. He would scrap with our now toothless and aging survivor Baby. It seemed that most of our time was consumed by breaking up fights.
We were now up to our max with five cats, nursing Little Girl and Baby, both geriatrics demanding medical attention. In the middle of all this, of course, a full grown cream tabby Siamese ‘dropped out of the sky.” I found him in the intersection limping, greasy, skinned, bleeding, skinny and confused.
This cat, we named Charlie, fattened up to a muscular 17 lbs. He bonded with Luna, a feral kitten we had taken in, and Sno became the best of friends with Luna’s twin brother Wiggy. It seemed like a good arrangement until we came to the lethal combination of Sno and Charlie alone. It was war. Returning home we would often find what looked like a pillow fight ensued- white clumps of fur everywhere. Both had drawn blood. It was horrifying - whirling, screeching, clawing - almost like the cartoons. The competition magnified when ever I was home. They couldn’t be in the same room without a serious fight. There was nothing we could do about their violence toward each other. We wanted to resolve the problem, not eliminate someone from the family. This is when we called Dexter.
The kitties had settled in different rooms and were sound asleep when Dexter was done. At home she worked further from their photographs and called me afterwards with the results of her conversations. I was stunned. Not only did she reiterate details that only I would know, she was incredibly accurate with those details. Especially in speaking of Charlie - she told me he described the house from which he came - it matched the one described by the neighbors the night I found him - a corner house with a chain linked fence and motorcycles on the lawn. Charlie told Dexter of how the teenage boys next door hit his leg with a baseball bat and then it healed incorrectly. Snoball didn’t want Charlie in the house and complained that "he smells - his mouth smells!". Only I knew that the vet had warned that Charlie was developing bad gums.
These mortal enemies now sleep on the same bed with us at night, sit on either side of me while watching TV, and sometimes actually sniff each other with tolerance.
I can't thank Dexter enough, nor can I fully express my appreciation and awe at her incredible talent. Her passion, integrity and loving intent for the animals are pure and honorable. These qualities shine through and create a magical learning experience for pet and owner alike. I give thanks for the peace in our household and credit Dexter with the miracle. She is blessed with a wonderful gift, and I wish her great success. - Neisha Warner, Los Angeles, CA
Scooter & Socks
My cat Scooter now uses the scratching posts instead of the new leather chair. Dexter also worked with Socks, my second cat, who was acting aggressively toward me when I returned from a trip. After Dexter’s session with Socks he was friendlier to me right away, and started trusting me. Each day he became more loving. He hated being inside, and now is an indoor cat per his choice. I love the window Dexter gave me into their personalities. - Vicki Kelly, Arcadia, CA
Sasha & Nicholas
Prior to the sessions we were woken up several times a night to screeching cat fights. Now I can’t remember the last time the cats fought that roughly. Sasha appears generally more relaxed than before, and she will allow Nicholas to pass without swatting or hissing. Additionally, Sasha and Nicholas have been found sleeping just a few feet apart on the couch, which was not possible before. - Jessica Brewer and Jason Donofrio, Brooklyn, NY
Baba Looie
I had a conversation with my 15 year old cat Baba Looie when he was dying. His wisdom and insights astounded me. He said, "I love you. You are always there for me. Don’t run so much. Slow down, like me. Be kinder to Michael. (my partner) He hurts inside. He is sad. He needs to spend his time laughing. He is a little boy inside and needs to be loved more.
Be more tolerant. Like me. I’ve tried to show you patience. You don’t listen. Michael is relaxed and fun to be with. But he doesn’t know who he is. I like when he holds me. He is warm and gentle. I like his bed in the morning."
I asked Baba if he wanted help passing. He said no. I then asked him if he had finished his work. "I don't know. I can’t see you to the end."
I asked what his job was. I cried when he told me. "My job was to bring harmony between two people who loved me."
Baba died on November 13, 2006. Nine months after his death the anger and squabbling in the house, that always disturbed Baba, ended. Michael and I went our separate ways after 22 years, and have remained friends. Thank -you Baba for your unrelenting patience and unconditional love. Sorry it took us so long to get your message.
Morgan
Morgan, a 13 year old shepherd/ rottweiler mix, could no longer walk due to hip dysplasia. His person Tere didn’t know if Morgan wanted to still be here, and if and when he wanted assistance in leaving his body. Morgan told me that he was tired. He wanted to get up and run. He felt that he could no longer protect Tere in the condition he was in. He was in severe pain, but was concerned about Tere. He knew that she wasn’t ready to let him go.
Tere told me that after my talk with Morgan he was restless at night and moaned in his sleep, now showing her that he was in pain. My communication with Morgan allowed him to stop holding on for Tere’s sake, thus allowing Tere to come to terms with what she already knew she had to do.
Your session with Morgan helped me with the decision about assisting him. I knew what needed to be done, but communicating with him through you gave me peace of mind, and although it was no means easy it was at least more tolerable. - Blessings, Tere Marquez
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