The sight was enough to break the strongest heart—a pitiful injured baby monkey, lying motionless by the trailside. Its tiny leg was clearly broken, bent at an unnatural angle, and a deep gash on its side wept steadily. Flies swarmed around the wounds. Each breath it took was a shallow, labored struggle. It was the kind of pitiful scene that makes you whisper, “Please, hold on.”
This infant, later named Kiran, had likely fallen from a great height or been attacked. Alone, cold, and in shock, its chances in the wild were zero. But in a stroke of fate, a wildlife ranger found it in time. Kiran was rushed to a sanctuary clinic, where the medical team launched into action. They administered pain relief, cleaned and stitched the wounds, and set the broken bone in a tiny cast. Fluids and antibiotics were given to fight infection and shock. The pitiful injured creature was now in a fight for its life, surrounded by care.
Now, Kiran rests in a warm incubator. The first critical 72 hours have passed. He has begun to accept drops of milk from a syringe. His eyes, once glazed with pain, occasionally focus on the caregivers who speak to him in soft tones. Every small sign—a stronger suckling reflex, a longer period of restful sleep—is celebrated. Watching him, one thought overpowers all others: we really, really hope this baby monkey will survive and be healthy again.
The road is long. Healing is slow. But the freefall has stopped. Each day, Kiran gains a little strength. The pitiful victim is transforming into a quiet fighter. We hope with every fiber of our being that his story will soon be one of climbing, playing, and thriving—a testament to the power of compassion to mend even the most broken beginning. We REALLY HOPE THIS BABY MONKEY WILL SURVIVE AND BE HEALTHY AGAIN.
