by Peg Rennert
Sugars Ghost
The ghost of my little white dog
Is everywhere I look.
When I come home from being out,
When I sit down to read a book.
While Im watching TV
Shes sitting next to me.
In all the places we used to go I find
Constant reminders of her furry little face
Poking round a corner or out from behind
A piece of furniture someplace.
I am so sad, this isnt right
That she is gone from this life.
She was so good and loving she did not deserve the pain.
We loved her so right to the end.
We had to let her go, our little white friend.
I wish she could come back to us again.