One evening, Daisy collapsed after a short walk. Panic seized Zachary as he knelt beside her, heart hammering. She rose again, shaky but determined, leaning against his leg. He stroked her thinning fur, whispering promises. He swore he wouldn’t let her fade without knowing she had mattered.
As stars lit the night, Zachary lingered at the tiger enclosure. They prowled the shadows, eyes glinting like coals. Somewhere deep inside, he felt the story wasn’t finished. He didn’t know when or how, but the air carried a charge, a whisper. One day, something would break.