Monkey is worried when the poor dog has a high fever and refuses to eat!

Monkey Is Worried When the Poor Dog Has a High Fever and Refuses to Eat!💔🥰

It was early morning when Monkey woke up to the sound of soft whimpers coming from the corner of the garden. He stretched, yawned, and climbed down from his treehouse to find his best friend—Dog—curled up under the wooden bench, looking tired and weak.

“Dog?” Monkey called gently.

Usually, Dog would jump up, wag his tail, and bark happily. But not today. Today, Dog just looked up with half-open eyes, let out a low whine, and laid his head back down.

Monkey’s eyes widened. “That’s not normal…”

He rushed to Dog’s side and placed a hand on his friend’s forehead. It was burning hot. Monkey gasped. “You’ve got a fever!” he whispered. “Oh no… this is serious!”

Monkey sat down beside Dog, gently brushing the fur from his friend’s face. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat. Maybe you’ll feel better.”

He ran to the little food bowl and filled it with Dog’s favorite rice and chicken pieces. He even added a few small banana slices, just the way Dog liked. But when he brought it over, Dog sniffed it and turned away.

Monkey’s heart sank. “You don’t want to eat? Not even chicken?” he said, voice full of worry.

That’s when Monkey knew something was really wrong. Dog never turned down food. Not even when he was sleepy. Not even when he was scolded for digging holes in the yard.

Monkey began pacing back and forth, clutching his tail. “What do I do? What if Dog gets worse? What if he…” He stopped himself, shaking the thought away.

Determined to help, Monkey ran to find help. He climbed trees, shouted for Mama Monkey, and even knocked on the neighbor’s window, hoping someone would come. Luckily, Aunt Lala the caregiver monkey heard the noise and hurried over.

“What is it, Monkey?” she asked.

“It’s Dog! He’s sick—really sick! He has a fever and won’t eat!”

Aunt Lala followed Monkey back and gently checked Dog. She felt his head, looked at his eyes, and gave him water with a little honey. “You did the right thing calling me,” she said. “He needs rest, cool shade, and lots of love.”

Monkey nodded, his eyes big with concern. He sat beside Dog all day, placing cool wet leaves on his forehead, fanning him gently with a large palm, and whispering, “You’ll get better, I promise.”

Hours passed. Slowly, Dog’s breathing became more steady. By evening, he lifted his head a little and gave Monkey a small wag of his tail. Monkey jumped up. “You’re feeling better!”

Dog didn’t say anything—he couldn’t—but the tiny wag was enough to let Monkey know things were improving.

The next morning, Dog sat up and took a few slow bites of food. Monkey clapped his hands with joy. “Yes! You’re back!”

It wasn’t over yet—Dog still needed a few more days to fully recover—but Monkey never left his side. He kept feeding him, cleaning his fur, and making sure the fever stayed down.

Because when someone you love is hurting, even a little monkey will do everything in the world to make it better. 💛🐶🐒