About five years ago, my family lived in Florida and had a dog named Bita. Bita was about 10 years old when she passed away. Bita was an extremely nice dog and loved everyone and everyone loved her. We had to put Bita to sleep because she got a tumor on her hip. After that we had her cremated and brought home.

After awhile we decided to bury her on our side yard. When we buried her, we planted a dogwood tree over her asked as a reminder of her. When we went back down to see our friends, we went to see the Bita tree. When we go there, the Bita tree was enormous and in blooming season. It looked beautiful. Well, now you know the story of the Bita tree.

--Steve Esch