A bit of sad news...

My baby girl, Kali, died at the age of 17 months. She often (but adorably) lived up to her namesake as a Hindu goddess of war. She was staying at a kennel over CNY as staff went home when she got sick and I was just told she died yesterday. I was pretty fond of her. I enjoyed calling her my baby girl and picking her up because of the obvious level of shock and disgust other staff members had (a cultural thing). Heck, my parents went so far as saying (after I introduced her to my family via email and pictures with the subject line of "my baby girl"), that "you can call her your baby girl but she's not our grand daughter."

Outside of China, innumerable others have enjoyed reminding me that they eat dogs in China - which, actually is true but whenever I would caution people in the office against eating my baby girl they would laugh in horror saying they don't eat dogs like Kali (never denying that they do, in fact, eat dogs). In jest, I would also respond that I liked puppies and that so long as the people at the office kept replacing her, I'd be fine with it. Sadly, I don't think that will be the case and I'm going to miss Kali. I think it's safe to say that our staff will miss her too.