My Sweet Little Sugar
by Helen George

Sugar was very ill when she came into my life,
To keep her alive became a great strife,
She had constant diarrhea and wouldn't eat,
But she was always alert and, oh, so sweet.

The vet was baffled, couldn't find a cure,
What ailed poor Sugar was very obscure,
We tried every remedy, ran the whole course,
But nothing worked and she only got worse.

There were times she did seem a little bit better,
Always a trouper, you couldn't help but love her,
Sugar was playful, she soon captured my heart,
I didn't want to lose her, didn't want us to part.

She became very weak, could hardly move around,
In the end, it was more merciful to put her down,
So I held her, stroked her, and cried many tears,
The memories I have will keep her always near.