It was supposed to be another day outside the station when I saw a boy, around 8 or 9, standing nearby. He wore an old t-shirt and shorts. He watched me and my K9, Koda, nervously.
I asked, “You wanna say hi?” He hesitated but stepped closer. Koda, sensing no threat, wagged his tail. The boy reached out and gently touched Koda’s fur before hugging him tightly, crying. I crouched down. “What’s wrong?”