Life in the wild isn’t always fair — even for baby monkeys.
This heartbreaking story took place in an abandoned building on the edge of the city, where a troop of monkeys had made their home. We noticed something strange. A mother monkey looked exhausted. She was breathing heavily, barely moving. And next to her, sitting dangerously close to the edge of a rooftop over 20 meters high, was her baby.
At first, we thought she was watching over him. But as minutes passed, the truth hit us hard: she was simply too tired, too weak, or too overwhelmed to help him anymore. She had given up.
The little one, confused and unstable on his feet, tried to get closer to her. But she pulled away. He wobbled again, lost his balance for a second — and our hearts nearly stopped. One wrong move, and he could fall.
The scene was almost too painful to watch. The mother monkey wasn’t aggressive, just… done. She had likely been carrying him, feeding him, and protecting him alone for days or weeks without help. And now, it seemed like she couldn’t take one more step.
This isn’t a story about cruelty — it’s a story about exhaustion, desperation, and the brutal truths of survival in the wild.
We knew we had to act.
Slowly, we approached from below the building, trying not to startle them. One loud noise could send the baby slipping. We set up a soft landing net just in case. A few of us climbed silently toward the roof while others kept watch from all angles.
As we got closer, the baby monkey cried out — a high, helpless sound that pierced the air. It wasn’t just fear… it was confusion. Why was his mother pulling away from him? Why wasn’t she holding him?
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind hit, and the baby was pushed toward the edge.
We moved quickly. In one fast motion, we reached out and grabbed him before he could go over. He was light, trembling, and holding on to us with all the strength he had left. And just like that, he was safe.
We took him down gently and wrapped him in warmth. Meanwhile, the mother stayed on the rooftop, not reacting much. Her eyes followed us, but she didn’t chase. Maybe she trusted us. Or maybe she just didn’t have the energy.
What happened here isn’t uncommon in nature. Just like humans, animal mothers reach their limits. When food is scarce, when there’s stress, when there’s danger all around… even the strongest mothers can break down.
But this time, someone was there to help.
We named the baby “Poo__r BB” (short for Poor Baby Boy). He’s now in recovery, being given the love, food, and safety he almost lost forever.
This is the kind of moment that changes you. It reminds us that even animals — especially animals — feel deeply. They love. They suffer. And they need help too.
If this story touched you, please share it. Let others see what the wild really looks like — not just the beauty, but the struggle.
Together, we can raise awareness, inspire compassion, and support rescues like these.