Everyone, Monkey is Sick 💔😭
Everyone, Monkey is sick. It’s not just a little sniffle or a lazy day — this time, it’s real. Monkey, the energetic, curious little bundle of joy who usually bounces around from one place to another, hasn’t left his cozy blanket all morning. His eyes are droopy, his fur looks a little dull, and his once nonstop chatter has gone quiet.
It started yesterday, when Monkey didn’t finish his favorite banana and rice treat. That alone was unusual. He’s never been known to skip a snack. Then he stopped jumping onto the windowsill like he normally does each morning to wave at the birds. Instead, he curled up under the table and didn’t come out, even when Thuy called him gently. Something wasn’t right.
Thuy was the first to notice. She sat beside him quietly, stroking his back, her heart tightening with worry. “Monkey, what’s wrong?” she whispered. He gave a soft sigh, barely lifting his head. That’s when they knew — Monkey needed help.
They rushed him to the local animal clinic, wrapped in his favorite yellow blanket. On the way, Monkey rested his head on Thuy’s arm. Usually, car rides made him excited, bouncing between the windows, but not this time. He was quiet. Still. Too still.
At the clinic, the vet examined Monkey carefully. His temperature was a little high, and his heartbeat slower than normal. After some gentle pokes and a few tests, the doctor suspected a virus — nothing life-threatening, but enough to knock the little monkey off his feet for a few days.
Thuy held back tears as the vet explained the care plan. Fluids, rest, and plenty of love. No running, no mischief, and definitely no cake stealing from the kitchen counters. Monkey would need a few days to heal.
Back home, the house felt different. Quieter. Even Archie the dog seemed to notice. He laid next to Monkey’s bed, nose resting beside his little monkey paw, watching over him like a loyal guard. Thuy brought warm tea and played Monkey’s favorite lullabies, hoping the soft music would help him feel better.
Friends started calling. “Is Monkey okay?” “We heard he’s sick!” “Can we send him a card?” The whole neighborhood loved Monkey, and they couldn’t believe he was down. Kids drew pictures of him and taped them on the windows. One even brought a small basket of bananas with a get-well note.
Slowly, Monkey began to improve. He lifted his head more. He blinked a little faster. And then — the smallest sign of hope — he tried to steal a grape from Thuy’s plate. She laughed through her tears. “You’re coming back, aren’t you?”
Everyone, Monkey is sick… but he’s strong, he’s loved, and he’s on his way back to being the joyful, mischievous friend we all know. Keep him in your thoughts. The house isn’t the same without his laughter — and we can’t wait to see him swinging through the halls again soon. 🐒💛
