Late that afternoon, a vet named Ravi entered a nearby observation chamber. He placed a stethoscope against the glass, just to listen. Meera purred. A long, rolling sound that vibrated through the walls. “She’s happy,” he whispered. “This isn’t just survival. This is joy.”
Jamie visited again the next day, then the next. Nibbles would always run toward the glass, press his little paws against it, and bark twice. Meera followed closely, watching Jamie with calm, steady eyes. Not threatening. Not territorial. Almost like she understood—this boy mattered.