Project Meher (MAW Foundation)- One tail at a time🐾

Obi, born blind and diabetic, plays so joyfully and fearlessly, gently guided by little Khwab, his seeing-eye puppy, who barks and nudges him with so much love, calling him to play. My heart just melts watching how she includes him🥺 Some friendships don’t need sight or words… just heart♥️ #blindnotbroken #friendship #blindcatsrock #blindcat #blindcatsofinstagram #blindcatsrule #blindcats #puppiesofinstagram #friendshipgoals #bestfriendsforever #catdoglove #love #reelsi̇nstagram #reel

Meet Magoo❤️ He may be blind, but he sees the world with more joy than most of us ever could. With his tongue always out, his playful energy, and the happiest little face, he has a way of making everyone fall in love with him instantly. Despite everything he’s been through, Magoo continues to live life with curiosity, courage, and so much love to give. Watching him confidently explore the world in his Puffy Woof harness was such a special reminder that every dog — regardless of age, ability, or condition — deserves comfort, safety, dignity, and a chance to be deeply loved. We also sent Magoo toys, treats, and goodies alongside our friends @chikudesigns and @paw.skies to bring a little extra happiness to him and the other dogs being cared for through @projectmeher Some dogs leave pawprints on your heart forever — and Magoo is definitely one of them. 🐾  #ProjectMeher #RescueStories #SpecialNeedsDogs #DogsofInstagram

Newest kid ❤️‍🩹 Somehow, I know this beautiful boy is about to change the way I understand life itself. Cannot wait to introduce him to you all. #blindnotbroken #blindcat #catsofinstagram #reels #reelsinstagram

Rostam is Home♥️ On 22nd April, Rostam reached where he was always meant to be, his forever home. There was a time when his world was only pain and confusion, in a body that would not listen to him, one that made even the simplest things difficult. And today, that same boy is held, adored, and deeply wanted. It feels nothing short of a miracle. When Rostam came into my life, I made him a promise, that one day, there would be a home where he wouldn’t be seen as “too much.” A home where his blindness wouldn’t define him, where his neurological quirks and EPI wouldn’t scare anyone away, and where his needs wouldn’t feel like a burden, but would be met with patience, understanding, and love. And somehow, against all odds, that is exactly what he found. His family chose him knowing everything. They chose him because of everything. They chose the spinning, the unpredictability, the structure his life requires, and the lifelong commitment that comes with loving a soul like him. But more than anything, they saw past the pain, the history, and everything that could have made him “less” in someone else’s eyes, and chose him as the love of their life. It takes a very special kind of heart to open your home to a cat like Rostam, one that doesn’t look for perfection, but understands deeply and loves without conditions. In them, I see every prayer I had for him answered. Rostam, my sweetest boy, you were never broken. You were just a little lost in a world that did not know how to understand you. Thank you for trusting me in your hardest chapter and for letting me be a part of your journey. Thank you for letting me love you, care for you, and fight for you. You were always meant to be someone’s whole world, and it breaks me in the most beautiful way to know that now, you are. To his incredible family, thank you for keeping my promise to him. Thank you for seeing him the way I do, for loving him the way he deserves, and for giving him the life I always dreamed of for him. And to my little village who stands by me and my rescues every single time, thank you for believing in stories like his, even when they feel impossible. He is home. And he is so, so loved♥️

This post is for Vini from @projectmeher . Love you always - from Tara. #happydog #pets #dogsofinstagram #fyp #trendingreels

The ache of doing the right thing. Foster grief often lives in the space of the undefined and the unfinished, what is known as ambiguous grief. It is not the grief of something that has ended, but of something that has changed form while still existing somewhere beyond your reach. They are alive, they are loved, they are where they are meant to be, and yet they are no longer yours to see, to touch, or to know. The bond does not break; it simply loses its place in your everyday life, and that is where the ache begins. There is no ritual for this kind of loss, no condolences, no clear permission to mourn. It is difficult to explain grieving someone who is still out there living a life you once held in your hands. The heart does not follow logic; it only understands presence and absence. It searches instinctively in the corners where they used to be, in habits that still carry their shape, in the love that has not yet found somewhere else to rest. Ambiguous grief carries a strange weight, it carries both relief and longing, both pride and pain. You are happy for them, deeply and genuinely, and still a part of you grieves what you no longer get to witness. The milestones you will miss, the small changes you will never notice, the ordinary moments that once felt like they belonged to you. It leaves you holding a question that has no clear answer, how something can feel so right and still hurt this much? Perhaps this grief is not meant to be resolved, but understood and carried. To foster is to love without permanence, to become a chapter in a story you will not be there to finish. The ache is not confusion; it is connection stretched across distance and time, across a life that continues without you in it. What remains is not loss in the usual sense, but love that has changed its place, something you no longer hold in your arms, but something you will always carry within you.

♥️ #blindcat #blindnotbroken #catsofinstagram #reels #reelsinstagram

Never in their thoughts had my parents imagined, a goofy kid like me would land up in their worlds. I have rocked their world upside down . Not just theirs, but also of Nawab’s and Lucy’s. @aanchaljairath came to know about me through @projectmeher . My dad came to mumbai to pick me up. I was travelling on a flight for the first time, so I was scared. But that was the end or being scared. Hehehe. Once home, it changed. #indiedog #happydog #naughtydogs #doglover #dogsarethebest

Replay if you felt personally attacked 🫣 #rescuedismyfavouritebreed #petrat #rats #ratsofinstagram #ratsofig

Magoo has officially filed a complaint. If anyone wants to help restock treats, enrichment toys & supplies for him and his gang, we’d be very grateful 🥰 DM for the Amazon wishlist link. #blindnotbroken #blinddog #tripawd #reels #reelinstagram

Just over a month ago, on 15th Feb, Rostam was started on a trial treatment for his relentless loose stools. We had already gone through multiple medications and food trials, one by one. This was the last line of treatment left, for a condition called Exocrine Pancreatic Insufficiency (EPI). EPI is when the pancreas doesn’t produce enough digestive enzymes, which means the body cannot properly break down and absorb food. Animals with EPI often remain hungry, lose weight, and struggle with chronic loose stools. Since starting this medication, Rostam’s food has to be prepared very specifically. The enzymes are mixed into his meals and left aside for 15–20 minutes before he can eat. If he eats anything without it, the loose stools return almost immediately. Because the treatment seemed to be working, we wanted to get a confirmed diagnosis on paper, something that would help his future adopter continue his care without having to go through everything all over again. But the only way to do that was by sending his blood serum to a specialized GI lab in Texas, USA, as no labs in India perform this test. So on 27th Feb, his sample was sent, and the results were not what we expected. The reports showed that his pancreas is producing enough enzymes. I cannot begin to explain how defeating that felt, because the reports do not match what we are seeing. The medication is helping him, and yet, on paper, nothing explains why. It has been confusing, frustrating, and honestly, a little heartbreaking. Rostam now goes in for another ultrasound this Friday, the 20th, to see if there are any changes or answers we may have missed. But through all of this, everything his body puts him through, Rostam remains incredibly high in spirits. He is one of the naughtiest, most playful little souls you will ever meet. A complete acrobat, circling even in mid-air when he is happy, turning something so complex into something almost magical. We may not have all the answers yet, but we are not done searching. And no matter what, Rostam will continue to be loved, understood, and fought for, every single day♥️ #blindcat #blindcatsrock #blindcatsrule #adoptdontshop #catsofinstagram

Do you believe in magic? Or destiny? Pua was dumped in a ditch to die by children; I fear how cruelty is learned so easily. In the dark, with time running out, Pua had just one recourse: his voice. With every ounce of strength in his body, he kept meowing for three nights, till his rescuer heard him and called the fire brigade. A tiny soul was saved, one that had only known the brutality of man. Our little fighter was named Pua, and little did he know, the toughest part of the mission was done—he had survived. A few visits to the vet followed, and he recovered, got stronger, and made his way to @niveditav10 , who was never going to let him go! Suddenly, Pua was a younger brother to Loki, a blind cat rescued a few years earlier. Today, Pua’s pressing problems include cooperating with the photographer and choosing a favourite toy. So I come back to my question about believing in destiny or magic. I believe we are magicians, capable of doing amazing things and rewriting destinies. The dark side of man condemned the cat to death, but the light side gave it a chance at life. Here’s Pua, Loki, and Nivedita for @projectmeher .