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.

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

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 pressed his hands together on his chest and kept looking at

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

wasn’t even sure he talked, and given how he ignored me when I started with this

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

was not crying either, and as minutes went by and he interacted more and more with the dog, his expression slowly melted into one of pure childish glee.

“What is your name?” I asked him.

disappeared as he looked briefly at

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

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

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

Miki realised right away what was going on, and

took a treat out slowly,

Miki could hardly contain his excitement and sat, shaking his weight from his left paw to his right.

held the treat above his head and made him lie down. I had to say it twice until, his desire for the biscuit overcame his

child looked at this scene in pure fascination.

“Do you want to try it?” I asked.

He nodded.

managed to make the kid say something.

back on his paws going in circles and then sitting, but

finally make the kid talk. I guessed that if he was

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

ended up feeding five treats

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

all gone,

Miki loves?” I asked him.