Robert Douglas collapsed and died while he was about to let his two mixed-breed dogs out the back door of his modest brick home in St. Louis. Two days later, on Dec. 16, relatives found his body on the kitchen floor. He was 59.
Robert had cared for his two rescued dogs, and he had done the same for his friends and colleagues at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, where he had worked for nearly 40 years.
He was to the newsroom as Radar was to “M*A*S*H”: the guy we went to when we needed help.
Robert made sure we got what we needed to do our jobs, especially when the bosses said we couldn’t.