Hi, I’m Oscar.

I was born in a dusty, dry field, where food and water were scarce. My mother cared for me, but life was tough for us. One day, my mother was taken away, and I was left behind, weak and hungry. I wandered for days, looking for food, and eventually started eating trash—plastic, scraps, anything to survive. The plastic made me sick. I could barely stand, and I collapsed in the middle of the road. People passed me by, ignoring my weak body and sad eyes. But then, someone finally stopped. They rushed me to safety, removed the plastic from my stomach, and gave me the care I needed.

They named me Oscar, after the survivor in me. Now I’m healthy again, and I love playing with my friends. Will you sponsor me and help me continue my journey of strength and recovery?