In the quiet glow of a rising sun, the sanctuary was just beginning to stir. Soft beams slipped through the leaves, warming the wooden platforms and the gentle morning mist. It was the kind of peaceful dawn that promised a beautiful day—and for one little family, it promised something even more precious. Today would be a day of tenderness, teamwork, and an unforgettable display of love between a clever dog named CUTIS, a spirited baby monkey, and their gentle pregnant mom.
Mom had been moving more slowly these days. Her belly was rounder, her breaths deeper, and she often paused to rest her hand protectively over the new life growing inside her. CUTIS and the baby monkey had noticed every tiny change, even before the humans around them did. Animals can sense things long before words are ever spoken.
CUTIS, who had always been a loyal companion, had become even more attentive. He followed Mom everywhere—never too close to trip her, but never too far to miss a moment if she needed him. The baby monkey, on the other hand, had transformed into a tiny guardian angel with endless energy. Where CUTIS brought patience, the little monkey brought enthusiasm.
This morning began with a soft, loving routine. Mom sat on her bamboo chair, rubbing her belly gently as she hummed a low melody to herself. CUTIS trotted over with gentle pride, carrying the small towel she always used to wipe her hands. Behind him, the baby monkey scampered with a leaf it had carefully chosen—big, green, and perfect for fanning her. It wasn’t much, but to him, it was his special gift.
Both helpers looked up at Mom, waiting for her smile.
And she gave it—warm, glowing, full of the kind of joy only love can bring.
“Thank you, my babies,” she cooed, stroking their heads one after the other.
CUTIS leaned into her touch, eyes soft and tail wagging slowly. The monkey chirped happily, bouncing a little in excitement before settling down on her knee. Mom winced slightly as her back tightened, and CUTIS immediately noticed. He pressed his head under her hand, urging her to lean a bit on him for support. The baby monkey, quick to respond too, began massaging her knee with tiny gentle hands.
The moment was so sweet, so pure, it felt like something the world needed to witness—the full video of unconditional care.
As the day grew warmer, the three of them moved to the garden. Mom wanted to pick some fresh leaves for lunch, but bending over had become difficult. Before she could even try, CUTIS stepped in, pushing the basket closer with his nose. The baby monkey hopped down, scanning the ground for the best leaves he had seen Mom gather before.
He wasn’t always perfect—sometimes he picked random things, like flowers or pebbles—but today he was determined. He watched carefully as Mom pointed to a cluster of leaves. With delicate intention, he plucked them and placed them proudly in the basket.
CUTIS barked once, as if approving.
But Mom suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. She placed a hand on her belly and closed her eyes for a moment. Instantly, CUTIS ran to her side while the baby monkey climbed onto her arm, hugging tightly as if to steady her.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, breathing slowly. “Just a little tired.”
CUTIS whined softly, refusing to leave her side. The monkey reached up and touched her cheek, his eyes full of worry. Together, the two guardians escorted Mom back to the shaded bench under the big jackfruit tree. CUTIS lay pressed against her feet while the baby monkey curled onto her lap, refusing to move until her breathing steadied again.
Mom rested with her two loving protectors until the dizziness faded.
Later in the afternoon, a soft rain began to fall. Water dripped down the leaves, pattering like a gentle lullaby. CUTIS rushed to fetch the small umbrella he had been trained to bring during sudden weather changes. The baby monkey chattered excitedly, grabbing the edge and trying to help hold it steady—even though he was far too small to do much.
The umbrella wobbled so wildly that Mom couldn’t help laughing. Her laughter rippled through the air, warm and bright, and the animals instantly relaxed. CUTIS licked her hand proudly as if to say, See? We still got it right.
When the rain stopped, they all returned inside. That was when CUTIS decided it was time for Mom to rest. He gently tugged the hem of her dress, guiding her toward her mat. The baby monkey nodded—at least it looked like a nod—and ran ahead to fluff the small pillow she always used.
Mom lay down slowly, her belly rising gently beneath the soft fabric. CUTIS curled himself near her hip while the baby monkey nestled close to her arm. Their warmth surrounded her, soothing her like a blanket woven from love.
She began to drift into a nap, but the monkey was not done with his duties. Every few minutes, he raised his head to check her breathing. CUTIS kept his ears perked, scanning every sound around them. Any tiny disturbance—a rustle, a distant bark, even a passing insect—was met with alertness.
They were the perfect pair of guardians.
Evening came quietly. The sunset painted golden streaks on the sky, and fireflies blinked their tiny lights around the garden. Mom sat once more on her bench as CUTIS lay beside her, his head resting on her knee. The baby monkey climbed gently onto her shoulder and rubbed his small head against her cheek.
She spoke softly, her voice filled with warmth and gratitude.
“You two… you’re my angels. One day, the baby will meet you, and they’ll be so lucky to have you both.”
CUTIS lifted his head, tail sweeping the ground slowly. The baby monkey chirped and clapped his hands as if cheering for the future sibling he already loved.
And in that glowing sunset, surrounded by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft sounds of evening life, the moment felt magical.
A full video would never truly capture the depth of this scene—the unspoken love, the loyalty, the tiny acts of care that built a story far bigger than words. But if someone had filmed it, they would have captured a miracle of simple kindness: a dog, a baby monkey, and a pregnant mom, united by a bond deeper than species or language.
A small family—unusual, perhaps, but perfect in their own way.
And together, they waited for the day the family would grow a little bigger.
