Time heals. The raw immediacy of the final moments fades and slips behind the older memories of happier times.
I pulled out some old photo albums last night and looked at pictures of our first years together. They pulled up old memories and made me smile.
I remember after my first horse went, once the tearing loss had eased I made a point of recalling some incident from his life every time the memory of his death came up. I'm not quite there yet, but soon I hope. Experience tells me it will help.