Today, the sky feels heavier. We mourn the loss of a tiny life that had only just begun — a baby monkey who never asked to be born into suffering, but who fought bravely with every breath.
He was abandoned at birth, his tiny body weak and trembling, lying helplessly on the cold ground. When rescuers found him, he was barely conscious — starved, thirsty, and clinging to life. But even in that fragile state, there was a spark in his eyes, a whisper of hope.
For days, he was cared for around the clock. Warm cloths wrapped his cold body. A bottle of milk was gently offered every few hours. His cries softened when he was held, when he felt the warmth of a heartbeat beside him. For a brief moment, it seemed like he would pull through.
But some wounds, sadly, go too deep. His body, already worn by abandonment and hunger, could not keep up with his spirit. He slowly slipped away in the arms of those who tried everything to save him.
He didn’t die alone. He left surrounded by love, by tears, and by whispered prayers.
💔 And in the end, everything returns to the will of the Almighty. 💔
We may never understand why such innocence had to suffer. But we trust that he is now in a better place — a place with no hunger, no fear, no pain. Just peace.
Rest peacefully, little angel. You were loved, you were cherished, and you will always be remembered.
