In a quiet corner of the house, tiny baby monkey Harry sat hunched on his soft blanket, eyes wide with worry. His little arms hugged a stuffed toy tightly to his chest, but it didn’t bring him the comfort he needed.
Libby, his human mom, had just stepped out to get his milk.
That’s when the soft, heartbreaking sound began—a moan so sad it filled the whole room. “Eeeeh… eeeeh…” Harry cried, his voice trembling, his body rocking slightly as he looked around for her.
He didn’t understand she’d be right back.
To Harry, being alone—even for a few minutes—felt like the world was ending. He’d lost his monkey family before. He remembered those empty moments. That sadness was still fresh, and now, every time Libby left the room, fear flooded his little heart.
He crawled toward the door, whimpering louder. “Ee-eee!” His cries turned into sharp, urgent squeaks. He pressed his face against the floor, eyes peeking under the door as if hoping to see her feet appear.
Then—finally—the door creaked open.
Libby stepped in, holding his bottle and a warm towel. “Oh, Harry,” she whispered, rushing to him.
Harry leapt into her arms, clinging tightly, still making soft moaning sounds into her shoulder. She kissed his head gently and rocked him back and forth.
“You’re never alone, sweetheart,” she whispered. “Not anymore.”
Slowly, his breathing calmed. The fear faded. Wrapped in the warmth of her arms, Harry finally began to feel safe again.
He didn’t need much—just love, closeness, and a gentle promise that someone would always come back.
For Harry, that meant everything. 🐒💞
