The worst pain I ever felt was when my puppy passed away in October (Halloween, actually) of last year. I was her sole owner for 12 years up to that point, and I held her in my arms when she was put down -- and when it happened i felt this unique, yet intense physical pain in my temples that I have never once felt before or since then. The November afterwards was one of the most difficult times in my young life, and I am blessed to have had friends, both online and not, to help me through it. She was my best friend and my shining light of guidance, and it has been at times difficult to replicate the happiness she once gave me. I don't think until I die that I'll forget about her, and even through I am getting a new dog she remains central to my heart. She was born on April 7th 2005, and was with me from start to finish. Her name was Angel, and in my mind that seems more true a descriptor now than it ever was.