Hi, I’m Oscar.
I’m a young, medium-sized mixed breed boy — and somehow, after everything, I’m still sweet. Still hopeful. Still waiting for someone to love me like I’ve always deserved. I don’t remember much about the life I had before… but I do remember the dumpster.

It was dark. Loud. Hot.
They put me in there like I was nothing — like I didn’t matter. I curled up and tried to stay small, tried not to cry, tried to stay quiet so no one would come yelling. But they did.
Even there, even in the dumpster, my life was in danger.
The owner of the building wanted me gone. He threatened to have me removed — for good.

But then… something happened. A few kind people saw me and didn’t look away. They reached out to a rescue. I don’t know what words they used, but they must’ve said something like,
"Please. This dog is still alive. He still wants to live."
And the rescue said yes.

I was taken to the vet right away and given a warm place to sleep, food in my belly, and kind voices telling me I was a good boy. I’m safe now. And I’m healing — not just my body, but my heart, too.

I’ve been told I’m a very good boy — I’m sweet, gentle, and I absolutely love people. I wag my tail when I see you, and I’ll sit quietly next to you just to feel close. All I’ve ever wanted is a place to belong. I don’t need much. Just kindness. Just someone to see me and not throw me away.

I’m up to date on all my vaccines, and I’ll be neutered and microchipped soon — all ready to go. All I’m missing is you. Do you have room in your heart for a dog who was thrown out but never gave up?

Because I’m still here.
Still waiting.
Still believing that someone will finally choose me…

Love,
Oscar 🐾