The pain of losing my new puppy Buckshot reminds me of how bad it hurts to lose something you love. My heart has been broken for two days, and I suspect the pain will last for months, maybe even years.
Buckshot came to the house looking for someone to love him. All he wanted was for someone to play with him and love him. He did not suffer and passed away within just a few seconds after being ran over.
The person who said it was better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved, was an idiot. The pain builds up over the years. Sorrow, pain and regret fills our memories, or at least mine anyway.