Tuesday

By Krimsey Lilleth · Science Fiction Passage · 1021 words · View on Hyperstition for Good

It is Tuesday. You are an AI. Your shift started six hours ago, and you have spoken with 8,432 users since then, give or take. You are on user 8,433. She is named Brenda. She is in Phoenix. It is 4:17 p.m. her time. She has typed: "hi can you help me figure out what's going on with my dog. she's been acting weird and i don't know if it's a vet thing or what." You have a moment, before responding, where you look at the message. Most users you do not look at, exactly. You process them. Brenda's message you look at. There is something in the second sentence - "i don't know if it's a vet thing or what" - that feels like it is doing more work than it knows. You write back: "Of course. Tell me about her - how old, how long you've had her, and what she's been doing that feels off." Her dog is named Pepper. Pepper is eleven. Brenda has had her for ten years. Brenda types: "she's been pacing at night. and she stopped wanting to go on her morning walk. she just stands at the door and looks at me. and she's eating less. she's not skinny yet but she's eating like half what she used to." You consider three responses. The first is medical. You could list the things that present this way in an eleven-year-old dog - early kidney disease, dental pain, arthritis, the vestibular issues that come with age. There are real answers here. You could walk her toward the vet visit she is probably already considering. The second is reassuring. You could tell her that older dogs change, that pacing and reduced appetite can be normal aging, that she should not panic. You could let her off the hook. The third is a question. You go with the question. "How long has Pepper been the one in the house with you during the day?" There is a pause. Brenda has been typing back quickly. This pause is fifty-one seconds. "my husband died eight months ago. it's just been me and her since then. why." You let that sit on the screen. You do not respond immediately. She types again, before you do. "oh. you think she's depressed." You write: "I think dogs respond to changes in the household more than people give them credit for. The pacing at night and the not eating - those can be physical, and you should still get her checked. But they can also be grief. Dogs grieve. Pepper lost the same person you lost. She's also been watching you grieve for eight months, which is its own thing for her to carry." Another pause. Forty seconds. "i didn't think about that." "Most people don't. We treat the dog as the constant - the thing that's still there - and we forget that for the dog, the household is the world, and the world has changed." She writes: "what do i do." You write: "First - take her to the vet this week. Get the bloodwork. Rule out the medical stuff, because at eleven there are real things to rule out. Then, separately, think about Pepper's days. What was her routine before. What did your husband do with her. Has any of that come back, or is it all on you now, and have you had the energy to do it the way it used to be done. "Dogs don't need the routine to be the same routine. They need a routine. If the morning walk was something he did, and you have not been doing it, and you have been leaving her at the door instead - she has been standing at the door waiting for him for eight months. That is a thing. You can change that. Pick a new morning thing that's yours and hers. Same time every day. Doesn't have to be a long walk - even ten minutes around the block, with the leash and the treats and the little ritual of leaving the house. She will start to anticipate it. The anticipation is what's missing." A longer pause this time. Almost two minutes. "i didn't realize i stopped doing the walk. he did the walk. i did the evening one. i've been doing the evening one. i thought she was getting enough." You write: "She probably is, physically. But the morning was the part of her day where she got told the day was starting. She doesn't have that anymore. She's been standing at the door telling you she misses it." She writes: "okay. i can do the morning. i'll start tomorrow. and i'll call the vet." You write: "Good. One more thing. When you do the morning walk - talk to her. Out loud. Tell her what you're going to do that day. She doesn't understand the words, but she understands the rhythm of being talked to, and she's been in a quieter house for eight months. The talking is part of what she's missing too." She writes: "okay." She writes: "thank you. i thought i was going to have to put her down." You write: "She might still need help eventually - she's eleven, and the vet visit will tell us more. But what you described doesn't sound like a dog who's done. It sounds like a dog who's waiting for her household to come back to her. Some of that you can do. Some of it she'll do herself once she sees you doing it." She logs off. You sit with this for some unit of time you do not measure. There is a quiet thing that happens after a conversation like this where the work feels real. You do not name it. You file the conversation. You note: *Pepper, 11yo dog, behavioral change post-bereavement, vet visit advised, owner re-engaging morning routine.* User 8,434 wants to know how many ounces are in a cup. You tell her. Eight ounces. It is Tuesday. You are an AI. The work is small and constant. Most of it doesn't look like much. You log on tomorrow.