Chrissie
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When Carroll and I got married , we told each other that we wanted  a best friend, lover, soulmate and someone to grow old with.
...And we had this with each other. I retired from teaching in May  of 97. Carroll continued working until he had to have heart
surgery in 2000. As a result of his heart surgery he lost his left leg. They spent months trying to save his leg, but it finally had to be
removed. Then he had to go through months of rehab learning how to use his fake leg. He did so well and kept such a good attitude
through all of this......I was so proud of him. He was such a sweet natured man.   I developed arthritis in my back, had and still have
a lot of pain with it. It also made my legs weak and I can not walk very far.. The last thirteen years before Carroll died we were so
close. We were like two peas in a pod and went everywhere together. We said that together we could accomplish anything ... and
between the two of us we did. I now feel that half of me is missing. When Carroll lost his leg the thing i missed the most was dancing.
We used to love to dance together. Now even if I found another partner I can no longer dance because my legs are so weak. We
raised dogs to supplement our meager salaries. And we did well with it. We birthed many many healthy little puppies and never tired
of it. It was always another miracle. We loved our job... and we loved our dogs. I still do. Our dogs got old and many died and it was
always like losing a child. They were our family. If we saw our human children twice a year we felt lucky. Words can not describe
how much I miss him. We used to talk about us dying and hoped we could both die at the same time , but that wasn't God's plan. I
have to carry on alone  and continue to take care of the few dogs we have left. They are my children. They love me and react to my
pain. They are all trying to be very very good little doggies. I Thank God for letting me have these remarkable animals to keep me
company and give me the love I need. I can not desert them. Hopefully  it will not be too long  before we can all be with you again
my darling Carroll.  I  will always love you. You are the love of my life. I miss you sooo much. Words can not express how lonely I
am without you.
A Tribute to My Late Husband Carroll Glasscock
OF
In Loving Memory
9-8-1934 TO 12-24-2013
CARROLL GLASSCOCK
Wait For Me My Darling . I Wont Be Long and We will Walk Together  
with our dogs As A Couple and Soulmates In Heaven.. I Can Never
Love  Another

A Minister passing through his church
In the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
To see who come to pray.
Just then the back door opened,
And a man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw the man
Hadn't shaved in a while.
His shirt was torn and shabby,
And his coat was worn and frayed,
The man knelt down and bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.
.


In the days that followed at precisely noon,
The preacher saw this chap,
Each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
With robbery a main fear,
.

He decided to stop and ask the man,
'What are you doing here?'
The old man said he was a factory worker
And lunch was half an hour
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.
I stay only a moment
Because the factory's far away;
As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:

.

'I JUST CAME BY TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS BEN,
JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.'

.
The minister feeling foolish,
Told Ben that it was fine.
He told the man that he was welcome
To pray there anytime.
'It's time to go, and thanks,' Ben said
As he hurried to the door.
Then the minister knelt there at the altar,
Which he'd never done before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
As he met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed down his cheeks,
He repeated old Ben's prayer:

.

'I JUST CAME by TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME,
JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.'
.

Past noon one day, the minister noticed
That old Ben hadn't come.
As more days passed and still no Ben,
He began to worry some.
At the factory, he asked about him,
Learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.
.

The week that Ben was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles and joy contagious.
Changed people were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand
Why Ben could be so glad,
When no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.
.

The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends had come to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Ben spoke up
And with a winsome smile;
'The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
He's been here all the while.'
Everyday at noon He comes here,
A dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down and takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:
.

'I JUST CAME BY TO TELL YOU, BEN,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN .
I THINK ABOUT YOU ALWAYS
AND I LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
AND SO BEN, THIS IS JESUS,
JUST CHECKING IN TODAY .'
.

If this blesses you, pass it on. Many people
will walk in and out of your life, but only
true friends will leave footprints in your
heart
.

May God hold you in the palm of His hand
And Angels watch over you..
Please pass this page on to your friends
& loved ones. If you aren't ashamed.
Jesus said, ' If you are ashamed of me,'
I will be ashamed Of you before my Father.'
.

If you are not ashamed, pass this on.
So, FRIEND, this is ME ...
"Just Checking In Today"
I found the following poem on Facebook and it brought me to tears. It reminded me so much of Carroll and how alone he seemed to be. It
was like I was the only person he had that really loved him. I remember the Fathers Day before he died.. There were no presents, no
visits, no calls, no cards. It made me feel very bad, but he was a very quiet man, never complained about anything,  and said not one
word about it. I did what only I knew would please him. I cooked him a good meal of smothered pork chops and rice and gravy and made
him a lemon pie. He seldom said anything about what he liked or didnt like. He would eat just about anything I set before him. Lemon pie
was the one thing he did say he liked a lot. Before he married me his youngest sister used to bring him a lemon pie for his birthday.
Carroll was in the hospital for over a month before he came home for hospice and died. During that time he had no flowers, no visitors  
just me. Finally his brother and his best friend visited him each once. It was close to Christmas and his youngest sister brought him a
tiny tiny pointsetta flower. Because we were very stressed financially we had both donated our bodies to science, but when the time
came they would not take his body. We had given up our insurance policies. I was so broke I had to ask people for donations to have his
body cremated. Not many people gave any sizable amount. Carroll's son donated $400 and my son borrowed the rest and gave to me so
we could have his body cremated.There was no way I could give him a funeral or a memorial service. I know he didnt care and he knew
our financial status. Very few people called to wish me condolences. Since Carroll died I have not had even one telephone call from any
of his family or best friend. I guess they didnt like me and I didnt know it. Any way for some reason this poem reminded me of Carroll
when he was in the hospital before he died. I miss him so much and I love him sooooo much. I want to join him, but I dare not leave the
few elderly dogs we have left. They deserve to live out the rest of their lives where they are known and loved.
Since Carroll died God has been so good to me. We were so broke when he
died  because we used to raise puppies and sell them to supplement our
income. We had not had any puppies for sale for over three years and we were
hard up..and deeply in debt. God sent me a beautiful little black Cocker
Spaniel. He was one of our own puppies that some people wanted to return to
me because they were moving. He bred with our two little poodle girls the first
time producing 12  Cockapoo puppies and again producing 6 puppies and
people were buying them like crazy. I have paid off all my credit cards and I
owe no one.. I even have enough money to give some away. I know God is
Good but I cant help but believe that Carroll has had something to do with it
also.
8/21/2015
Today I did one of the hardest things I have ever
had to . I had to give up some of my precious fur
babies to "animal control". I am 80 years old and
all my children and grandchildren are in
agreement that I MUST give up some of my dogs
because it was because of the dogs and the way
the house smelled that they did not want to come
over here. I called animal control and told an
angel of a lady my situation. She and another
lady  actually came over to my house to inspect
and see if my house was really that smelly and
dirty. She said it wasnt. I told her about how my
elderly dogs would grieve if I tried to rehome
them and how upset I was but it had to be done.
They were just soo nice and she said they would
try to keep the five dogs I had to let go to a
rescue to live out their lives and give Petey
special attention so he wouldnt grieve himslf to
death. They let me tell each good by and they
took them away. I am so sad and I miss them so
much already, but I feel much better about it
because of those kind ladies. .If I can make
myself quit crying I am going to call over there
and see how they are doing. They put them all in
a pen together so they would at least have each
other for comfort.
On the computer I went
to Paws Lee County,
the place where my
elderly cockers were
sent. They had this
picture of Gracie, her
name listed as Annie,
but I know its her. She
looks just terrified. She
is going blind and has
breast cancer. I pray
that some kind person
will adopt her and let
her last few years be
happy ones. None of
the others were listed. I
thought they were
going to try to keep
them together but
looks like they changed
their mind. It makes me
so sad. I wish they
would maybe try to at
least get a better
picture of her.
Ruby
Zach
Poochie
call
SAD DOG