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.

A few weeks later, I went to visit Eli and his mom. This time, Eli smiled when he saw Koda. His mom apologized for Eli wandering off earlier, explaining how difficult things had been since his dad left. I offered some resources and support, which she gratefully accepted. Over time, Eli began visiting the station more frequently, and slowly, things started to improve. His mom joined a support group, and together, they began to rebuild their lives.

One day, Eli asked, “Do you think Dad misses us?” I didn’t have a perfect answer but told him, “People make mistakes, but you deserve love, no matter what.”

Months later, I received a letter from Eli’s mom. She shared that Eli’s dad had reached out, and they were working on healing. For the first time in a long while, Eli was filled with hope.

Sometimes, even the smallest acts of kindness can make all the difference.