It was supposed to be another regular day outside the station when I noticed a boy, around 8 or 9, standing nearby. He wore an old t-shirt and shorts, and his eyes nervously followed me and my K9, Koda.
I asked, “Do you want to say hi?” He hesitated but took a step closer. Koda, sensing no danger, wagged his tail. The boy reached out, gently brushed Koda’s fur, and then hugged him tightly, tears streaming down his face. I crouched down to his level. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
He whispered, “He looks just like my dad’s dog… before he left.”
His words struck me deeply. I learned that his dad had promised they would always have their dog, Max, but had stopped coming home. With his mom working long hours, Max had been his only source of comfort. Now that Max was gone, the boy felt lost.
After talking for a while, I walked him back to his home. When we arrived, his mom thanked me, though she appeared slightly embarrassed. Eli asked if Koda could visit again, and I promised we would.





