Save Owen Websters life

I am writing this urgently, so it may not be the most well written campaign, but here goes.

To many this will sound like a ridiculous overstatement, but my cat Owen is the best thing that has ever happened for my mental health and well being. Those of you who knew me growing up can attest that my adolescence and adulthood were marked by a persistent battle with depression, anxiety, and panic attacks. It’s just the way I’m wired, and I have made it my life’s mission to consistently do the work to heal myself. The thing is, over the past 3 years I have taken tremendous leaps toward personal growth and health. I know that ultimately it’s me who got me to where I am, but I didn’t get here without lots of help.

I adopted Owen almost 3 years ago and that is when my life started to change for the better. I have the classic HSP (Highly Sensitive person) trait where I often relate to animals more than I do humans. I know that to some people that is unfathomable, and even unforgivable, but that’s just how I am. Animals are one of the purest forms of loving presence. And for that reason, they are tremendously healing for so many of us.

During the first wave of the pandemic, I lived alone with my cat and saw almost no one but him. He is one of the sweetest, friendliest and most intelligent beings I’ve ever known. Every night, right at the same time, he would curl up at the foot of my bed and go to sleep. Every morning, he’d wait there until my alarm went off, and start the day with me. He would literally go on walks with me around the neighborhood, following me the whole way home. A very special kitty indeed.

Two months ago Owen was loosely diagnosed with a horrible fatal disease that will eventually cause him to suffocate to death. We didn’t know for certain that he had it, so all I could do was wait and watch him get sicker. The other day, Owen took a turn for the worse; the final indicator that he in fact does have the illness. But there is a cure. It is arduous to administer, and very expensive. I either go through with it, or let him suffer and pass away. I thought very hard and prayed and meditated on the solution. I did heavily consider putting him to sleep and even was leaning toward the option. But when I asked God to help me, I was pointed to so many resources that showed me I have to do what it takes to help him, just like he helped me. I have to give him a chance at living, just like he did for me. He is only 3 years old.

Any little bit will help in the journey to heal my best friend. To everyone who donates more than 5 dollars, I will send you a handmade card with my ridiculous artwork on it. Thank you so much and take good care.