Category: Monkey SARA
You’re Late, Daddy
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Luna sat in the middle of the living room floor, tiny hands curled into fists, tail twitching behind her. Her bottle lay untouched nearby. Her…
I Don’t Want to Sit
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Chamroeun was having one of those days. He was moody from the moment he woke up—didn’t want breakfast, didn’t want cuddles, and especially didn’t want…
Be Brave, Janet—It’s Just a New Bandage
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Janet sat curled in a soft towel, her eyes wide with worry. Her little hand was still swollen from the deep wound she’d arrived with—now…
Only Two Days Old… and Already Alone
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She was barely the size of a human hand—eyes sealed shut, pink face wrinkled, and a tiny belly rising and falling with shallow breaths. Only…
No One Came… But He Still Waited
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A gray, cold morning settled over the empty roadside. Rain from the night before still clung to the leaves, and the air smelled of wet…
Don’t Take It From Me!
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Tong was a little fireball—tiny, clever, and full of attitude. He had been rescued young, and ever since, the bottle had been his greatest comfort.…
Why Did You Hate Me, Minea?
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Tiny Luna had only been in the home a few days. She was small, soft, and fragile—a premature rescue barely old enough to hold a…
So Much Pain in Such Tiny Hands
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The baby monkey lay curled under a pile of rags behind an abandoned stall. She was shivering, too weak to cry. Her body was thin,…
Why Won’t You Let Me Go
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Little Tami had been rescued just weeks ago—frail, orphaned, and scared. Her new human mama, Mia, had nursed her back to life with warm bottles,…
Janet’s Silent Cry for Help
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They found Janet trapped. Both her tiny hands were wedged between two rusted metal bars behind a broken food stall at the market. She had…
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