When my trainer first told me about Hannah, she used the name Moxie for her mistakenly (turns out Moxie was her dam, a mare my trainer was involved with years back).
When I arrived to meet the mare, she was in the cross-ties getting groomed by an assistant trainer who sweetly called her Hannah Banana. I got a tingling feeling at the back of my neck. Even though at the time I thought I was meeting a horse named Moxie, I knew that this was the right horse and had a very strong feeling that she would become mine. You see, my first horse (and cherished heart-horse) was named Bo and one of my nicknames for him was Bo-Nana Banana.
Now when I or others call her Hannah Banana it’s a sweet reminder of my first horse.
Amazingly, this isn’t the first time I’ve had this kind of name deja-vu. I had it with Hemie too. Here’s that full story.
When Bo passed away many years ago, a friend told me that my future horses should somehow remind me of Bo. At the time this sounded offensive: no horse could ever remotely replace Bo! But now I love that advice because it’s a way to honor his memory. For both the horses I’ve owned since Bo, I found out their names on the day I met them, and their names tied to him. I’ve always considered that a special gift from the universe.