Help Joey and Jordan Get Off the Street

I’m a former Canadian Forces Solider that ironically on our nation’s birth — Canada Day — was evicted from our home, because I was unable to pay our rent. 

Since July 1 my beautiful Bichon Joey and I have been homeless.

Joey is more than a pretty face. He has really saved my life.

When we first became homeless, we were sent to one of the most dangerous homeless shelters in Canada.

It’s where hard core drug addicts get their fix. It’s where women who sell their bodies for sex grab a cup of coffee, and a beating from their pimp for trying to keep their earnings. It’s where men walk around with big, thick, heavy chains around their necks — to beat others with for a quick grab and go of whatever valuables they see. It’s where people throw chairs and flip tables just to be heard. Fistfights, stabbings, black eyes, and even death are commonplace here.

My first week, I saw the paramedics zip up a guy that overdosed on something into a body bag, and wheel his corpse out the back door as if it were just another day at the homeless shelter.

THIS is the place Joey and I began our homeless journey. 

They keep the lights on when you sleep, in one big room, about 45 homeless men and women, about a foot apart, lying on the floor.

Oh, we got a mat — the kind you get in school gym — and a blanket — dripping with bedbugs, body lice, and whatever else was crawling around.

My first week, I slept with my eyes open. Actually, I did not sleep at all, I feared for my and my adorable dog’s life.

It doesn’t take much to set someone off and violence is the way things are settled here. 

Just making eye contact can get you punched in the gut, or stabbed in the throat.

However, towards the end of the first week, I noticed how even the toughest street thugs were swooning over Joey.

My little Bichon saved my life. 

He’s so cute and cuddly, no one touched him or me — the guy that takes care of the adorable dog.

Now it is my turn to save his life. Our lives.

Winter is coming fast and all the homeless shelters are filling up fast. Sometimes they run out of food here. I hear the nights can be really cold and the days long.

Living in a homeless shelter is a tough life for any person. Joey is a senior dog, he is 12 years old. He doesn’t understand nor does he deserve this. He has had some panic attacks, which scared me at first. I’ve had dogs my whole life and never seen a dog have a panic attack.

Living in a homeless shelter is tougher on a dog, especially an older dog.

We need to find a home. 

But who would rent to some guy that couldn’tpay his rent?

Would you?

Probably not — and I don’t blame you.

However, if I could provide more than first or last, maybe three, six or even 12 months worth of rent up front, perhaps I could get Joey and myself off the street, out of the homeless shelter, and save both our lives.

Please help me, by donating whatever you can to this GoFundMe campaign.

THANK YOU