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It all started on Christmas Eve 2024 in Las Vegas, Nevada. My partner and I had been looking for a new rescue after the loss of our two dogs, and I was checking the local animal foundation daily. That morning, my partner texted me a picture of the cutest little blonde dog, and my heart instantly melted. I told him to go to the foundation right away.
Rebecca Truman
They were holding a Christmas adoption event with waived fees, so we knew waiting could mean losing her. My partner stood in line for two hours, only to be told the dog was on hold for a rescue and not adoptable. When he came home, I asked him to take me anyway, just in case another dog might be right for us.
We waited nearly three more hours, sharing rescue stories with other hopeful adopters. Then an employee announced they were closing and no longer processing adoptions. The couple behind us begged to hold their chosen dog until after Christmas and were told no. When I asked again about the little blonde dog, I was told she was being held — for a rescue. I knew then I might never see her again. I cried the entire way home and for days afterward.
Rebecca Truman
I searched rescue sites obsessively for weeks, then finally stopped. About a week later, while planning a trip to Pahrump, Nevada, my partner suggested I check the shelters there. Just as I was about to close my laptop, I saw her — the same picture, the same name. It was her. She had been transferred to a rescue in Nye County.
I called immediately. The man on the phone told me she would be at an adoption event the next morning at a Petco in Las Vegas. If we arrived first and signed in first, she could be ours.
Rebecca Truman
The next morning, we waited in the parking lot at 7:30 a.m. When the rescue van arrived, I saw her for the first time in person. I ran to the sign-in sheet, crying. The rescuer smiled and said, “Oh, I know who you’re here for.”
Rebecca Truman
She had been overlooked at previous events. When my partner held her, she licked his nose. When I held her, she tucked her face into my neck like she was finally home. Her name was Molly, but she didn’t respond to it. We renamed her Evee, for Christmas Eve.
Evee will spend every Christmas from now on under our tree, safe, spoiled, and loved forever.
Story submitted by Rebecca Truman
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