Our Story My love for animals has always been a part of who I am, but everything changed on August 2, 2025, when a Facebook post from our local animal shelter caught my eye—a collage of black-and-white photos of dogs who had just been euthanized because there wasn’t enough space, and no fosters or adopters available. I’d never cried that hard over animals I had never met. In that moment, I knew I had to help. That same day, I headed to the shelter, filled out a foster application, and brought home a beautiful Boxer mix named Stacie. I posted about her online, and soon, a friend from church reached out—Stacie looked just like her beloved dog who had passed away. Their meeting was perfect, and Stacie, now named Bell, found her forever home just minutes away. With Bell happily adopted, my desire to help grew stronger. I already had three dogs and a cat of my own, but I couldn’t ignore the need I continued to see. Next, I welcomed Rupert, a Pit mix, thinking my heart would be safe since I’d never considered myself a “Pit Bull person”—but Rupert quickly became my greatest foster fail and a permanent part of our family. Not long after, while on vacation in the Dominican Republic, I saw a post about Biscuit, a poodle who had survived four years of abuse. I promised myself that if he was still available when I returned, I would meet him. No one had inquired about him, so Biscuit found his forever home with us too. By this time, our house was quite full, but my desire to help only grew. I fostered kittens and continued to help dogs in desperate need—like Moose, a shepherd mix chained for almost his entire life, and a Husky mix recovering from heartworms and neglect. Each animal opened my eyes more to how many innocent souls are out there waiting for help. Over the past year, fostering for Cumberland County Animal Services and other rescues, I’ve seen how heartbreaking—and constant—the need truly is. Just in the past two months, I’ve helped four dogs: three who had been chained up their whole lives and a German Shepherd who collapsed at my feet. Some incredible rescues stepped in, but the reality remains: for every animal helped, there is always one more waiting. The name “One More” comes from a powerful story I heard in church, about World War II medic Desmond Doss. Despite never carrying a weapon, Desmond saved 75 men at Okinawa, each time praying, “Lord, help me get one more.” My pastor’s words stuck with me. I realized I can’t save them all—but I can always try for one more. And with the support of a group of compassionate, like-minded advocates, One More Animal Rescue was born. Now, together, we are determined to be a voice for animals who have faced unimaginable hardship. We work to give them the care, compassion, and second chances they deserve—one more at a time.