It was supposed to be just another routine day outside the station when I noticed a young boy, maybe 8 or 9, standing nearby. He wore a worn-out t-shirt and shorts and kept glancing at me and my K9 partner, Koda, with visible nervousness.

I asked, “You wanna say hi?”
He hesitated for a moment but then stepped closer. Koda, sensing no danger, wagged his tail gently. The boy reached out, stroked Koda’s fur, and suddenly wrapped his arms around him, holding tight as tears began to fall.

I knelt beside him. “What’s wrong?”

The boy whispered, “He looks just like my dad’s dog… before he left.”

Those words hit me like a punch. He explained that his dad had once promised they’d always have their dog, Max, but then stopped coming home. Since then, his mom had been working long hours, and Max—his one source of comfort—was gone too. Now, the boy felt completely alone.

After we talked a bit more, I offered to walk him home. When we arrived, his mom greeted us—thankful, though clearly a little embarrassed. Eli asked if Koda could come visit again sometime, and I promised we would.