Hanora writes her final HHO Chapter
Hello Everyone,
Some of you may remember me from some years back and will be very familiar with my story. Others will be newer followers so we’ll take a little walk down memory lane for a few moments. For those of you who don’t know me my name is Hanora. I met the ladies and gentlemen at HHO over 3 years ago now. On one August morning that turned my life around. I was once abused, neglected and unwanted.
A makeshift halter embedded in my nose I could scarcely remember a day without it. It sat there sinking in to my skin for years so much so it completely deformed my face and it was massively infected, I could smell it. Maggots festered inside my open wounds and at times I thought I had died and gone straight to hell. The constant agony, the constant reminder I was worthless, my so called owner did not even have the decency to try and remove this halter. I was suffering so visibly for years.
But then I met the HHO team, to this day I still see the sympathy in their eyes, I remember the tears and the nights they sat up talking to me, uttering apologies that they didn’t find me sooner. The worst thing is I know they were trying to help me but at times treating my injuries was sometimes a little sore or stingy and at times I ran away from them only to give in eventually.
For the first time in so long humans treated me with respect, they gave me my dignity back, I could eat again, I could enjoy life with no worries. I soon settled in to my life at HHO, it was security, comforting and I always got the special treatment. I suppose a little like a VIP. They’d say things like ‘Ah it’s Hanora, she’s an old lady, she can do what she likes’ or ‘ah it’s Hanora of course, if she wants the sweetest grass (the lawn) she can have it’ or my personal favorite ‘ah Hanora doesn’t have to do anything just be Happy’ I took this last one to heart and I enjoyed every second of my life. I especially liked the times I chose to be happy by galloping around the fields like a race horse in the lashing rain while the poor clowns stood watching me and calling me, I can still hear it ‘ah Hanora would you not just come in’. Between you and me it’s the little things that count and I always knew they would wait for me. I’d never be forgotten again.
So a little time past and they told me at HHO they found a very special foster home, maybe even one I could live out my days in, being just that little bit older. I was happy there, the endless supply of carrots and apples kept me ticking over nicely. But sadly to finish my life there wasn’t to be. My foster mother was quite elderly too and sadly she could no longer look after me so I came home. Home to HHO and it was settled I would retire there, I’d hang out with the oldies and sure we’d kick up our heels and we’d always have a roof over our little grey heads. You’ll never believe what happened next?? I got a permanent home offer. One I can actually live out my days in, a family of my own. I can do as I please as I have grown so fond of doing. I’m a pensioner I don’t have to please anyone.
I left HHO today and as I walked to the horse lorry I could see their faces a mix of disbelief, pride and sadness. Their old lady leaving them. I think I even saw a tear or two (this isn’t fully confirmed) but I definitely heard ‘i can’t believe this’ repeatedly spoken.
So I make my final trip to what I can finally call my home, in Germany if you don’t mind! The vet said I’m very well and healthy and when I saw that ramp I jumped on it like a pony half my age, gosh I was delighted with myself and of course sure they had to tell the big Hanora story to the driver and anyone else that would listen. Finally my happy ending has come. I can tell those who I left behind are nervous and excited and will be on tender hooks until they hear I’m home safely. It’s nice to be loved and it’s nice to know at least some people will miss me.
Tonight as a whole new chapter begins for me, I take a little bit of HHO with me in my heart and I know I leave a huge chunk of Hanora in all the hearts of the people at HHO, I know they’ll be watching and I know they’ll continue to walk my journey with me.
Goodbye to you all, I’ll send you an update or two from my awesome new home with little Annie (sure she’s nearly as old as me), we’re a bit excited.
Love Hanora
Goodbye our dear friend we’ll never ever ever forget you, you have brought light even on the darkest days. We’ll be missing you but we’re so proud and so happy for you our little dear. We’ll see you soon and safe travels – HHO