Sad news. My beloved yellow labrador, Katie, passed away today at the age of 13. I’m actually quite amazed that she lived for almost 14 years considering her propensity for junk food and dislike of anything remotely resembling exercise. Health-wise, she had her good days and her bad days during these previous few years. I wasn’t home much for the past five years, just a few months here and there when college was out for the summer. When it came time to go back to DC or London, I always said goodbye hoping that she would still be there when I returned the next time. This past January, though, as I gave her a last hug and headed off to the airport on that chilly, pre-dawn morning, I somehow knew that she probably wouldn’t be around the next time I came home. The trip back home for Christmas just won’t be the same this year. You will be missed, Katie.