Today as I sat in the backyard blogging and smoking my pipe, I noticed that our persimmon tree is loaded with nearly ripe fruit. It made me think of my beige Cocker Spaniel, Benny, who died a year ago last August. He used to go after the low-hanging fruit and bite into it. That old dog was always hungry. It would be night and I would hear someone picking fruit off the tree. I checked and found Benny munching a persimmon. He loved them.
I wasn't so sure they were good for him though, and Mrs. Chomper picked off all the low-hanging fruit so he couldn't eat any more. The next night Benny ran over to the tree and couldn't find any fruit in biting range. So he started crying, Ah-wooo! Ah-wooo! This pained my heart something fierce so I picked one and gave it to him. Mrs. Chomper didn't have to know.
Seeing the new crop of fruit today really reminded me of him. What good is a tree full of persimmons if there is no Benny to bite them?
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