I just filled out the Victim's Compensation Form - - UGH
QUESTION: INJURY SUSTAINED AS A RESULT OF THE CRIME:
Due to the fact that I witnessed my cat literally go up in flames, right before my eyes, and I lost my beloved white boxer named Taz in the ensuing smoke (due to the fire) I am going to require long-term counseling for grief and loss.
PLEASE DESCRIBE THE INCIDENT IN YOUR OWN WORDS:
January 28th, 2010 started out as any other regular day. Be it a Thursday, it was designated as my laundry day.
For the previous 2 - 3 days, I had been calling my landladies about the excessive noise and the problems (screaming/singing/banging walls) LOUD MUSIC (24/7 of AC/DC) but they (Darlene King) told me a landlord could not forcibly remove a tenant, just give a 10-day notice.
I had also faxed to my landladies a written complaint of excessive noise/music, non-stop, for days.
I had also phoned the non-emergency number of the RCMP to discuss my options due to on-going loud music (for 3 days) and was told, if the RCMP were to attend/visit, give a verbal warning to turn down the music. If RCMP would have to return, I believe, a 150$ fine would be issued.
I determined that would not be the way to go as being a single female, living alone, might be putting myself in jeopardy. I opted, instead to repeated call my landladies.
January 28th, I went to do my laundry. As the laundry room is in the basement, and right beside the lower suite, I could hear Paul Green singing. LOUDLY.
The words were off-key, but I could understand them. As I checked the washing machine, Paul sang, "Today is the day - to burn down the house - the house - the house - the house. Today is the day - day - day - "
I paused, wondering IF I should be truly concerned at this point? Or?
I continued to place my clothes into the dryer and then the volume of Paul's singing intensified, "I'M BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE!!!!!! BURNING DOWNNNNNN THE HOUSE - BURNNNNNNNNING THE HOUSE!!!!"
As it was approximately 20 steps from the basement/laundryroom to my kitchen, I thought first of my kitty, MeowMeow as I could already smell smoke.
As I entered my kitchen, I became transfixed for a moment of a flame crawling up the wall (outside). Then I saw a maovement and remembered that spot was my Kitty's favourite to sit/perch. I saw her tail and as I stepped forward to "save" my kitty the flame touched her tail and she was gone. In a small ball of flame.
I stood in the kitchen doorway, my mind not comprehending, at all, what I just witnessed.
Then like an internal light-switch went on, I thought of my puppy Taz.
Due to my brain no longer functioning, I do not really remember what went down or what I did past seeing my cat perishing.
I do, minutely, remember, running in and out of the house, numerous times, looking for my puppy. He was my family, my love, and my cuddle-buddy. I am crying as I write this. I miss him and my kitty.
I lost my puppy in the ensuing smoke. I wish with all my heart, he would have/could have made it.
My police statement is much more elaborate and exact.
Paul definitely started the fire. No one else was in his suite. That is where it has been determined the fire started.
Me today? My brain no longer functions as well. I am forgetful now. I cry ALLOT.
I can't work - I lost all my electronics (computer, laptop, cassette recorder, micro-cassette recorder). All of my art supplies and art and art portfolios. I had to fight to stay in school. "Special circumstances."
I am functioning at 45% capacity (I feel) whereas before I was a real go-getter.
Grief, sadness is my constant companion, whereas before I was happy-go-lucky.
I hope this is an adequate statement.
QUESTION: INJURY SUSTAINED AS A RESULT OF THE CRIME:
Due to the fact that I witnessed my cat literally go up in flames, right before my eyes, and I lost my beloved white boxer named Taz in the ensuing smoke (due to the fire) I am going to require long-term counseling for grief and loss.
PLEASE DESCRIBE THE INCIDENT IN YOUR OWN WORDS:
January 28th, 2010 started out as any other regular day. Be it a Thursday, it was designated as my laundry day.
For the previous 2 - 3 days, I had been calling my landladies about the excessive noise and the problems (screaming/singing/banging walls) LOUD MUSIC (24/7 of AC/DC) but they (Darlene King) told me a landlord could not forcibly remove a tenant, just give a 10-day notice.
I had also faxed to my landladies a written complaint of excessive noise/music, non-stop, for days.
I had also phoned the non-emergency number of the RCMP to discuss my options due to on-going loud music (for 3 days) and was told, if the RCMP were to attend/visit, give a verbal warning to turn down the music. If RCMP would have to return, I believe, a 150$ fine would be issued.
I determined that would not be the way to go as being a single female, living alone, might be putting myself in jeopardy. I opted, instead to repeated call my landladies.
January 28th, I went to do my laundry. As the laundry room is in the basement, and right beside the lower suite, I could hear Paul Green singing. LOUDLY.
The words were off-key, but I could understand them. As I checked the washing machine, Paul sang, "Today is the day - to burn down the house - the house - the house - the house. Today is the day - day - day - "
I paused, wondering IF I should be truly concerned at this point? Or?
I continued to place my clothes into the dryer and then the volume of Paul's singing intensified, "I'M BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE!!!!!! BURNING DOWNNNNNN THE HOUSE - BURNNNNNNNNING THE HOUSE!!!!"
As it was approximately 20 steps from the basement/laundryroom to my kitchen, I thought first of my kitty, MeowMeow as I could already smell smoke.
As I entered my kitchen, I became transfixed for a moment of a flame crawling up the wall (outside). Then I saw a maovement and remembered that spot was my Kitty's favourite to sit/perch. I saw her tail and as I stepped forward to "save" my kitty the flame touched her tail and she was gone. In a small ball of flame.
I stood in the kitchen doorway, my mind not comprehending, at all, what I just witnessed.
Then like an internal light-switch went on, I thought of my puppy Taz.
Due to my brain no longer functioning, I do not really remember what went down or what I did past seeing my cat perishing.
I do, minutely, remember, running in and out of the house, numerous times, looking for my puppy. He was my family, my love, and my cuddle-buddy. I am crying as I write this. I miss him and my kitty.
I lost my puppy in the ensuing smoke. I wish with all my heart, he would have/could have made it.
My police statement is much more elaborate and exact.
Paul definitely started the fire. No one else was in his suite. That is where it has been determined the fire started.
Me today? My brain no longer functions as well. I am forgetful now. I cry ALLOT.
I can't work - I lost all my electronics (computer, laptop, cassette recorder, micro-cassette recorder). All of my art supplies and art and art portfolios. I had to fight to stay in school. "Special circumstances."
I am functioning at 45% capacity (I feel) whereas before I was a real go-getter.
Grief, sadness is my constant companion, whereas before I was happy-go-lucky.
I hope this is an adequate statement.