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.

automatically to Miki. It gave me the strange vibe you get with autistic children. He had problems looking in my

few minutes, and we finally both 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 pet. It was short and just one finger on the forehead for maybe two

a few times, and he did more and more every time.

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

pretty rudimentary, but at least it was one.

he interacted more and

is your name?” I asked

as he looked briefly at me.

live with Miki not

thought that if I shared information first it could make me sound

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

what was going on, and

treat out

could hardly contain his excitement and sat, shaking his weight from his left paw

had to say it twice until, his desire for the biscuit

child looked at this scene in pure

you want to try

He nodded.

I did an internal ‘yoop’ as I managed to make the kid say something. Silently, but still, it’s an achievement.

to tell him to sit though,” I said as Miki was now back on his paws going in circles and then sitting, but going back

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

the gist of what had to be done,

up feeding five treats in a row to

was working really well, and I had heard the boy say at least four words now, and they were not

Once the treats were all gone, he looked at

what Miki loves?”