Category: Monkey SARA

Too Small for the Water

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Monkey SARA
Tiny Aba had just begun his new life after being rescued—an orphaned newborn, barely days old. His fur was thin, his limbs fragile, and his…
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Welcome Home, Kaka

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Monkey SARA
He was so small—just a fragile baby, barely stronger than a leaf in the wind. Alone, frightened, and weak, he had been found curled up…
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Comforted by Mom’s Gentle Hands

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Monkey SARA
The evening air was quiet, filled with the soft chirps of crickets and the gentle hum of a fan. In the corner of the room,…
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Don’t Leave Me, Mom

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Monkey SARA
It was early morning, and the sun had just begun to warm the yard. The birds chirped softly, but BB, the tiny baby monkey, wasn’t…
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Baby Junio He Wanted Was His Bottle

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Monkey SARA
Little Junio was the tiniest baby monkey anyone had ever seen—fragile, soft, and barely the size of a human hand. He had been through so…
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Don’t Leave Me, Mom

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Monkey SARA
Tiny Tamo was just a baby—so small he could fit in two palms, with a face full of innocence and emotions far too big for…
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Baby Cries While Learning to Trust

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She was just a few days old—a tiny, fragile newborn, eyes barely open, body trembling with weakness. Her mother was gone, lost to circumstances no…
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Chamroeun’s Wobbly Walk to Daddy After Bath Time

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Monkey SARA
The evening breeze was soft, and the sun hung low in the sky as Chamroeun finished his bath. His soft fur was still a little…
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Rocky & Quin Refuse to Forgive Mom

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Monkey SARA
It was supposed to be just another ordinary afternoon—warm sun, playful chatter, and cozy cuddles in Mom’s arms. But things didn’t go as planned. As…
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Swinging Alone, Crying for Mom

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Monkey SARA
Tiny Maoming, no more than a few days old, sat curled up on a hanging swing made of rope and cloth. It swayed gently in…
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