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 looking in my eyes, but clearly none in looking in

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

and he did more and more

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 as

pretty rudimentary, but at

minutes went by and he interacted more and more with the dog, his expression slowly melted into one

name?” I asked

as he

tell me if you don’t want to. I’m Mila. I live with Miki not far from

sound more trustworthy, but

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

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

treat out slowly, making

his excitement and sat, shaking his

say it twice until, his desire for the biscuit overcame his excitement and then I gave it to

this scene in pure

try it?” I

He 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

guessed that if he was more interested in the dog than

for him to get the gist of what had to be done, but he worked it out faster than I expected. So the kid was intelligent

up feeding five treats in a row to

normally not encourage so much feeding, but it 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

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

what Miki loves?” I