Rest in peace, my sweet Crosby.
Crosby came into my life six years ago when I needed him more than anything. I was a young journalist just starting out in Lexington, Kentucky and was scared and lonely.
I have dozens of journal entries saying “I don’t know what I would do without Crosby.” And I mean it. He was always the brightest spot in my day - literally jumping for joy when I would walk in the door from work.
We trained for a half-marathon together, he made many TV appearances in many markets, and he moved across the country with me from Kentucky to Texas to D.C.
Crosby made the lonely TV broadcasting life of picking up and moving every couple years, plus working opposite hours/days of most people so much better. I could cover horrible breaking news all day at work (the kind of news where you question if there is any good in the world) - and then come home to Crosby with his tail wagging the second I opened the door. I would see him for a split second, before he dashed off to his toy box to grab a toy so we could start playing.
Eventually, his anxiety and love of barking meant he needed a different living situation.
My heart broke when he had to go stay with my parents (who truly gave him the best life), but I am eternally grateful to them for taking him in and treating him like gold.
Your texts and memories of him have made me tear up every time. Thank you for reaching out and letting me relive all of the good times.
Crosby, you will be missed. May Bing be singing White Christmas to you right now.