As I write this, I know you are in the center of the emotional storm. Liz, I am so terribly sorry you have to go through this. Such a lovely and loved girl! She is beautiful! She will live on until 40, 50...forever. Because she was so loved by many, her story continues in the memories and hearts of her family and friends.
These poems come up time and time again when we lose a beloved horse, but it really helped me when I lost Luna and Sierra.
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Oh Liz. Sending you my love.