A fruit tree for my friend

Bonnie and me on Velanio beach.

At last I have got round to doing what I said I'd do back in September when  Bonnie died, which is to plant a fruit tree by the spot where we buried her.

After talking it over with our landlord we decided to buy what in Greece is known as a λωτόσ, which people would more likely know as a persimmon.

I dug the hole a few feet over from where Bonnie rests and I'm glad to say the digging was much easier than back in September. After all the rain we've had in recent weeks, the ground is a lot softer.

So now we wait and watch and hope that in years to come the tree bears fruit, although what I really wish is that it would grow me another Bonnie. I miss that dog.

I wanted to end this post with some music and at first thought of the 1st Movement from Elgar's Cello Concerto, but beautiful as that is, it is perhaps a bit too sombre. Then I moved on to Lil Wayne's I Miss My Dawgs, but he's definitely not singing about a much-loved pet. So I've chosen instead the late Rufus Thomas singing Walking The Dog, which, while it might not actually be about exercising your dog, is certainly the more upbeat number I was looking for.