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First of all I would like to thank the many people who showed interest in Rambo’s story, I feel I must give this update to prove that in spite of what the situation it’s never too late to try to save an animal. I have asked my husband and son every single day since I last saw Rambo what his progress was and it was always positive but I didn’t want to write anything until I had seen him with my own eyes. Due to the fact that I am not mobile plus the start of a new working season I was beginning to fret that maybe I wouldn’t see him for months but 2 days ago plans slotted into place and I got the chance to meet up again with our “old man”. I got off my son’s bike quicker than I had ever thought possible and charged off into the field of waist high grass and there he was, quite a way off with 2 of our other horses. We shouted his name and he began to approach us and my son said “shake the bag and see what happens”(we were armed with carrots and apples) I could not believe my eyes!He broke into a lopsided trot and as he got nearer I could see the transformation,not only could he move better but he positively shone in the sunlight.Gone was the dull and lifeless winter coat and in it’s place was the black sleek summer coat that gleamed with health,once again I cried of course but they were tears of joy and disbelief this time. We fed him and almost had to wrestle his head out of the bag at times and this was when I really noticed his eyes. They were alive and full of life,shining and full of mischief, Rambo was well and truly on his way to recovery,he still has a problem with his legs but he can definitely get himself where he wants to be, he still needs to pad out a little more but that will come in time but all in all his progress has been far better than I could ever have wished for. After a while, when he had had his fill and had paid his respects to us he sauntered off to join the horses again, my heart was at peace and my mind at rest. This day we had 2 young girls with us, Justine and Claudelle, my son had met them quite by chance at the restaurant he works at and funnily enough they had read my first story about Rambo. They are here on a photography course from Canada and from what I have been told they have taken numerous shots of him already and soon their work will be shown in a local exhibition, I cannot wait to see the fruits of their work! Our “gentle old man’ will get his five minutes of well earned fame and I will be one of the proudest people present.
Before I end this update, Susan, I have to tell you that yes, the 50 euros were taken but we paid willingly and I should also explain that Rambo had been loose on those hills for about 2 years so our hopes of ever seeing him again were dwindling daily.God bless the man who bothered to recapture him and God bless Rambo for accepting us again so willingly.
Hello everyone, My name is Alaine and I have lived in Molyvos since 1986,here I met Andonis and in 1988 our first son, Theo was born followed 5 years later by our other son Yianni. In 1997 we decided that yes we could afford to marry and Andonis and I “tied the knot” in the lovely coastal village of Skala Sikaminea in the tiny church perched on a rock. Whilst my life here has had it’s ups and downs(to put it mildly)I can say that I have carved out a comfortable little niche for me and mine and now I find I am walking around with a permanent knot in my stomach.
The reason for this being the arrival of Theo’s “call up” papers and now the rapidly approaching date of his departure, 7th February where the army takes control of him for at least the next 9 months! As if the emotional side to this isn’t enough I find the anxiety of even getting him to the camp on time very harassing and I have become aware that no-one in my family is able to tell each other of how they truly feel. Weird!
We know full well the seriousness of Theo reporting to his army post on time, who doesn’t, but just a tad of help from the army powers that be would have made this a less stressful time for us all. Theo was given a sheet of paper with details of where to report and what paperwork, x-rays and medical books he had to have with him. And that was it!
After a few telephone calls we were told that if we wanted the army to pay for his travel (very funny) Theo would have to apply in Mitilene and after 2 trips down there he was issued a voucher, was this a ticket in itself? Would he have to book a ticket on the ferry? Yet again we were in the fog and only by asking around did we find anything out and the run around did not stop there, we later found out that the army base is at least 4hours from Athens by bus and realised that he would have to leave the island 2 days earlier than planned. Because the army apparently refuses to let the new-comers in to the camp any earlier than the date given we then had to either consider a hotel for 2 nights or find some kind soul to let him stay with them till he could catch the bus to Sparta.
We have so many questions still to ask and still so much to do in the short time remaining and I find the knot growing in my stomach by the minute. All in all I am finding this whole experience somewhat like being pregnant for the first time, thousands have given birth before but this is a whole new experience for each mother and treats it as such, this is my first time at sending a son into the army and I don’t know what to expect and my emotions are running riot with me. Call me silly but I have dreaded this for the last 21 years so I say lets get this show on the road and the sensible side of me is saying the sooner he goes in, the sooner he will come out. I will pack him off with all of my love and very best wishes and will be waiting eagerly for news from him, what more can I do!