All That Is Left Behind

I took my dog in my arms, and I made my way to the boy. I was no older than four of five, and there was absolute distress written all over his face.

I made sure to have a good grip on my dog as he could get exited easily, and I knew a lot of people, including children, are easily intimidated by dogs, especially the overly expressive ones.

“Hey there,” I said.

The boy didn’t even look at me.

“Are you lost?” I asked him.

He didn’t turn around, but I knew he heard and understood me as he pointedly put his back to mine. There were silent tears in his eyes, but contrary to most children I’ve encountered, he wasn’t expressing his sadness very openly, which I found quite strange.

“You see,” I began. “My dog is named Miki, and he kept asking me to come around here. I really don’t know why. Do you? Maybe there’s a tennis ball hidden here somewhere. Would you help me look?”

He finally turned around, but his eyes were automatically drawn to Miki.

Miki gave him a doggy grin and waved his tail so hard, his little booty went side to side in my arms.

The boy had brown hair and gorgeous large brown eyes. He was wearing good clean clothes too that fit him perfectly. And he looked at the dog, hypnotized.

“Do you want to pet him?” I asked.

He said nothing, but I knew he heard me. He didn’t look at me, still glued to Miki.

“Here, let me show you how.” Then I spent the next minute showing the boy how to pet a dog.

“Do you want to try?” I asked him.

Miki. It gave me the strange vibe you get with autistic children. He had problems looking in my eyes, but clearly none in looking in a dog’s eyes, so I used this to try to open a channel of communication.

sat on the grass, I sat Miki in between us, keeping my hand on him to make sure he would not get too close to the kid and spook him, whom eventually caved and gave the first

times, and he did

I wanted to question him more about his parents or why he was alone, but I wasn’t even sure he talked, and given how he ignored me when I started with this

this communication method was pretty rudimentary, but at least

he interacted more and more with the dog, his expression slowly

“What is your name?”

His smiled disappeared as he looked

to. I’m Mila. I live with Miki not far from here. Miki loves parks very

if I shared information first it could make me sound more trustworthy, but I wasn’t sure if this

next to my drawing pad, I found a little bag.

on, and

out slowly, making

and sat, shaking his weight from his

lie down. I had to say it twice until, his desire for the biscuit overcame his

child looked at this scene in pure fascination.

want to try it?” I asked.

nodded.

I managed to make the kid say something. Silently, but still,

on his paws going in circles and then sitting, but going back up and putting his paws on my legs to tell me he

that if he was more interested in the dog than

a few minutes for him to get the gist of what had to be done, but

ended up feeding five treats

boy say at least four words now, and they were not as hard to

Once the treats were all gone, he looked at me expectantly.

“Do you know what Miki loves?” I asked him.