THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF
KEITH MALCOLM HUNT #25
All was going pretty smooth in my life to the year 2020—— nothing unusual, with my spiritual life, working away uploading to my website as I had for the last 22 years.
My physical life was great; I was in fine health for 77 years of age.
It was one day in December of 2020 I took my horse Goldie out for a ride; it was a nice winter day, and mild. Went on the trail through the woods of the ranch; heading back went over to the large hay field. The sun was shining on the east side of the field. Said to Goldie, “Well girl sunny and warmer over there, let’s go over.”
When we got there Goldie was bouncing and tugging on the reins; she wanted to gallop. The footing was good, so I said, “Okay girl let’s go for it.”
O Wow….. what a speed for a horse a few months off being 21. And the more we went the faster she got—— I had a very hard time trying to stop her; I mean this was unreal, she wanted to go full speed for the whole 3/4 of a mile—— I’d galloped her a lot over 16 years, I knew I had built up her stamina, but this was crazy scary. But I was also so pleased she had such stamina, and she still looked like the day I bought her at age 5.
So what happened a month later was that much more devastating.
July 19 and the next day it was Biden’s day to become officially President of the USA.
The 19 was a Tuesday. I went to get Goldie earlier than I usually do, it was 1:30. As I walked into the pasture, I could see Goldie was lying down, in a rest I thought. As I got closer I could see her neck was wet. I knew something was wrong. As I looked at her back-end I could see diarrhea— this was not good I thought. She was so game, as I came to her she stretched out her front legs and stood up, like saying, “Something is not right with me, but I’m strong; you’ll help me I know.”
She slowly walked back to the west barn, with two or three stops to let diarrhea out, but this time I noticed blood with it. I knew then this was a matter of life and death.
We got to the west barn and one of the ladies took her temperature—— 95.7—— not good at all.
I immediately called the my vet, to come out as quickly as possible as this was very serious. Goldie had never been sick a day in her life.
I move her over to a box stall in the main indoor arena. She lay down, we waited for the vet. Goldie tried to stand about 10 times but was unable.
The vet Jennifer arrived with a few assistants. They did some preliminary things, then it was time to take some blood from her neck.
As she pulled out the blood she looked at me and said, “Keith, this is the darkest horse blood I have ever seen.”
I knew it was over for my Goldie—— contaminated blood. Jennifer did call an expert on a little gadget she was using. I could tell by the conversation it was not hopeful. Jennifer then said to the expert, “Then there is no hope?” As Jennifer looked at me I knew the answer was “no.”
It was time for me to get ready to say goodbye to my lovely, beautiful, kind, and talented horse, we had done our last mighty fast gallop together.
We needed to get Goldie out of the box-stall if possible. She must have known. She put out her front legs and with one mighty push up, she stood up. She followed me out side. I left for a few minutes.
I was then told I could come back to my Goldie and say my last words to her, as she was partly sedated, but knew who I was.
I put my arms around her face; I kissed her above the nose, and said, “Thank you; you have been an amazing horse for me.” I’m crying once more as I write this.
I went to the lounge of the indoor-arena and wept like a child; Ruth the ranch horse-riding teacher put her arm around me, and comforted me.
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. He gave me my boyhood dream horse at age 63; we had a wonderful 16 years together. The Lord made sure I was there with her from the start of her dying to the end; little suffering; it was all over in 1 and 1/2 hours.
Goldie was taken to the Vet School at the University of Calgary, and they did a full examination. Goldie had perforations of the small intestine. It was sure death.
I have wonderful memories and photos, and videos, to look back on for the rest of my life. We had a wonderful bond. As Ruth said to me, “She can’t be replaced, she was a one in a million horses.”
I never intended to ever try to replace her; she was given to me from the Lord as un-replaceable.
Goldie loved people, she loved kids doting over her; she loved parades; she loved everything I taught and did with her.
The Lord has now given me a little mare, not as tall as Goldie, just turned 17, and from Quarter Horse Racing stock. Her name is Charm, nice and does not need to be changed. She needed me and she was there when I needed her, to give out love and time to her as I did with Goldie. It is all going well with us as I write in June 2021.
Ah a big sigh as I finish that part of my recent life.
The Covid virus hit North America early in 2020.
As my life is somewhat secluded—— at the Ranch 4 days and home 3 days, I was not concerned about it per se. But did all the masking and distancing our town and Province has called for. I did get the first vaccine shot in March 2021. Soon be time for the second shot.
With a few months of the Covid hitting North America, my host company for my website went down. Thought it was only for a while, but sad to say it was forever as it turned out.
I am able to access my site through WAYBACK MACHINE—— thanks for them indeed.
But I’m taking my studies and putting them on to my BLOG—— themeltdowncontinues.blogspot.ca
So with my Blog and now recently Youtube, I’m able to get the studies of God’s word, salvation, and the Kingdom of God, out to all nations of the world. It is interesting seeing all the inside tacks my Blog gives me, as to where all the people are who use my Blog; just about everywhere, though at present not much in South America.
So this brings you up to date in my life as of June 2021.
IT'S NOW CLOSE [TWO WEEKS] AND INTO 2023. AT THE RANCH SUNDAY THROUGH WEDNESDAY EVENING. SOME WORK FOR THE COMMUNITY CENTER HERE AND THERE. WORKING ON BIBLE STUDIES FOR MY BLOG AND VIDEOS FOR MY YOUTUBE. I SWIM ON THURSDAYS.
KEEPS ME BUSY AND FIT, NOT WITH GREAT PHYSICAL POWER, NOW I'M 80 YEARS OLD. JUST READ FROM SCIENTISTS, FROM AGE 30 TO 80 YOU LOOSE 30 PERCENT OF YOUR MUSCLE MASS---NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO! THAT IS JUST THE FACTS OF SCIENCE. MY DAD WANTED TO LIVE TO BE 100. HE MADE 94. I'LL TRY TO GET TO AT LEAST THERE FOR HIM, A 100, AND WITH STRENGTH FROM THE LORD MAYBE MORE, IF THIS AGE GOES LONGER THAN 20 MORE YEARS.
Will write another chapter down the road, in 2 our 3 years time.
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Keith Hunt
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