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

the kid and spook him, whom eventually caved and gave the first pet. It was short and

I repeated the exercise a few times, and he did more and more every time.

alone, but I wasn’t even sure he talked, and given how he ignored me when I started with this line of questioning, I decided

this communication method was pretty rudimentary, but at least it

interacted more and more with the dog,

is your name?” I asked

smiled disappeared as he looked briefly at

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

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

I dug into my bag, and next to my drawing pad, I

away what was going on, and suddenly ignore

I took a treat out slowly, making him sit.

excitement and sat, shaking his weight from his left paw to his

head and made him lie down. I had to say it twice until, his desire for the biscuit overcame his excitement and then I gave it

The child looked at this scene in pure fascination.

you want to try it?” I

nodded.

I managed to make the kid

said as Miki was now back on his paws going in circles and then sitting, but going back up and putting his paws

make the kid talk. I guessed that if he was more interested

of what had to be done, but he worked it out faster than I expected. So the kid

feeding five treats in a row to Miki.

working really well, and I had heard the boy say at least four words now, and they were not as hard to get out of

treats were all gone,

you know what Miki loves?”