Jerry’s Early Days: A Journey of Care, Feeding, and Love
In April 2020, just a week after he was born, I welcomed a tiny baby monkey named Jerry into my life. He was so small and fragile, with eyes that seemed too big for his face, and hands that clung tightly to anything within reach. From the moment I held him, I knew he needed all the love and care I could give.
Caring for Jerry
Caring for Jerry was like having a newborn human baby. He needed constant attention and warmth. I set up a cozy little space for him, complete with soft blankets and a small stuffed toy that he quickly grew attached to. Every few hours, I would check on him, making sure he was comfortable and adjusting the temperature to keep him warm. At night, I placed him in a small crib next to my bed, so I could easily reach out to him whenever he stirred.
Feeding Jerry
Feeding time was one of the most delicate tasks. Jerry was so tiny, and his little body was still adjusting to the world. I prepared a special milk formula, just the right consistency for his sensitive stomach. Holding him gently, I would feed him with a tiny bottle, his small hands gripping my fingers tightly as he suckled. His little tummy would make soft gurgling noises as he fed, and afterward, I would carefully burp him, rubbing his back in slow circles until he let out a tiny, contented sigh.
Jerry’s Cries
Just like any baby, Jerry had his moments of crying. His cries were high-pitched and heart-wrenching, a clear sign that he needed something. Sometimes it was hunger, other times it was simply the need for comfort. I quickly learned to distinguish between the different cries, responding with either food, a gentle cuddle, or a lullaby. Holding him close to my chest, I would rock him gently, humming softly until his cries subsided and he drifted back to sleep, his tiny hand resting on my shoulder.
A Spoiled Little Monkey
Jerry quickly became the center of my world, and I couldn’t help but spoil him a little. He loved being carried around, and I often found myself carrying him everywhere, from morning walks to quiet evenings on the porch. He had a particular fondness for soft blankets, and I made sure he always had his favorite one nearby. When he wasn’t clinging to me, he was nestled in his blanket, his eyes half-closed in contentment.
As the days turned into weeks, Jerry grew stronger and more curious. He would explore his surroundings, but always came back to me, looking for the comfort and security he had grown accustomed to. His playful nature began to show, and soon, his little mischievous streak would keep me on my toes.
