We lost our beautiful mare, Topaz, in a tragic pasture accident. My husband didn't want me to see her so he moved my other horse, a gelding that was her mirror image, to another pasture. I went to him seeking comfort, hugging him and laying my arms across his back when a very large, deep golden butterfly landed on his rump. It stayed for the longest time, folding and unfolding its wings, and then gracefully took flight. I watched as it flutter here and there around the pasture and then left. I told my husband about it, we felt it was Topaz Spirit.