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.

me. It was brief, and he returned his gaze automatically to 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

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 pet. It was short and just one finger on the forehead for maybe two seconds, then he

repeated the exercise a few times, and he did more and

why he was 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 not to push on too quickly

this communication method was pretty rudimentary, but at least it was one.

as minutes went by and he interacted more and more with

is your name?” I asked

as he looked briefly at me.

you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’m Mila. I live with Miki not far from here. Miki loves parks very much, so we came here for

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

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

realised right away what was going on, and suddenly ignore the kid and turned

treat out slowly, making

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

to say it twice until, his desire for the biscuit overcame his excitement

at this scene

want to try

nodded.

make the kid say something.

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

a lot of coaxing out of me to finally make the kid talk. I guessed that if he was more interested in the dog than me

for him to get the gist of what had to be done, but he worked it out

feeding five treats in a row to Miki.

was 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 him than they had been at first.

were all gone, he looked at me expectantly.

know what Miki loves?” I asked him.