Shining my light on the Abused and those Missing. Received the Ontario Victim Service Award in 2007. Fearless and still fighting injustice whenever I see it.

Joined December 2008
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Canada's "criminal justice " system in a nutshell: Woman goes to court to ask a judge for a protection order against her abuser. Judge recommends mediation instead. Shortly after, the abuser murders her. This is negligence and this is why we are suing the government. ctvnews.ca/winnipeg/article/…
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Replying to @davidpugliese
Judges who make "mistakes" that cost others their lives are failing at their fundamental duty. They have a responsibility to ensure justice is done and peace is kept, and zero accountability to the people they serve when they are greivously wrong. It is our moral failing if judges do not pay a price for being wrong. Unlike victims, they lose nothing if they are wrong. Taxpayers and victims of their poor judgement will continue to pay their salaries whether they are right or wrong. Taxpayers are sick of paying these people to protect us. They expose us to murderers and make our lives and our country worse. Corrupt and incompetent institutions and governments are worse than having no institutions or government. I'd rather pay nothing and get nothing than pay through the nose to get worse than nothing.
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Quote of the day by #DesmondTutu: “If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor” – powerful #lifelessons on #justice, #humanrights, #moralresponsibility and why you must #raiseyourvoice against #injustice by a #nobelpeaceprize winner.
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I went to a shelter to get a dog and I saw this brindle laying on the hard ground. I made eye contact with him and he got up and he brought a tennis ball over. I asked to see him and I was told he was returned two times because he was too wild and cried all the time. When he was brought back to his cage he cried. It broke my heart. I told the man I wanted him. He told me I'd be sorry. When we got home I worked with him and changed things so he'd be comfortable. He has bad separation anxiety. Everything worked out. He's my pal. We play catch with tennis balls daily. His name is Popeye. 🤗❤
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Has the time come for #politicians to put their #elbowsup? facebook.com/share/p/1Q54Vkz…

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My husband died in July 2025. We had shared a life for thirty-two years. After he was gone, the house didn’t just feel empty—it felt hollow, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. My son told me I needed something to take care of. I told him I was managing. I wasn’t. On a quiet Sunday—January 18th, 2026—I drove to the local shelter. I didn’t go there looking for a dog. I just couldn’t bear another afternoon sitting alone in that stillness. A volunteer stopped me near the kennels for senior dogs. She said gently, “These two have been here almost six months. Their fee is waived now, but no one’s interested.” Arthur He was eight and walked like every step had to be negotiated with time itself. Rowan was tan with a dark patch over one eye. He couldn’t hear. He was also eight. They were brothers. Their person had surrendered them after falling gravely ill at 81. They’d never been apart. They’d waited—quietly—together. I asked why no one wanted them. She didn’t sugarcoat it. “They’re older. Medical needs. And they have to go as a pair. Most people want young dogs.” I watched Arthur lower himself slowly onto a blanket. Rowan followed immediately, pressing his head into his brother’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. No signals. No sound. Just trust. It felt achingly familiar. I asked, “What’s the adoption fee?” She smiled sadly. “There isn’t one. No one’s taken them.” I said, “I will.” She looked up. “Both of them?” “Yes,” I said. “I won’t split up two old souls who’ve already lost their person.” That was a week ago. Now Arthur sleeps on my husband’s side of the bed. Rowan sleeps on mine. The house isn’t silent anymore. It’s filled with slow footsteps, soft breaths, and two steady presences waiting for me at the door. They lost the one who loved them. I lost the one who loved me. Somehow, in all that loss, we found our way home together. Credit: Go Awesome Animals
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#RIPCatherineOHara x.com/WilsonCleveland/status… ....a great #canadian talent who will be missed by so many!

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When you share your life with a #dog, it's OK that many folks don't understand the bond that forms
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#Ontario is finally holding #criminals responsible. If they can't afford #bail then they should stay out of #jail! instagram.com/p/DRcgC8IkZ0t/… #onpoli #Police #law

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In memory of all #ww2 #ppcli #soldiers who never got to be Dads, thank you for giving us a world where we could. We will celebrate your sacrifice by proudly wearing our #poppy on #RemembranceDay #britisharmy #canadianarmy
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