Down in the dumps

Last night was such a hard night for me. The runt of the litter, whom I named Wilbur, passed away. He was smaller than the rest and was weak. We tried bottle feeding him and keeping him warm and I really thought it would help paying extra close attention to him. I snuggled him all day and really thought he was getting better. My mother in law came over to help and as she was getting ready to put him to bed, he took his last breath. I know people think I am a crazy lady for being so down in the dumps over a dog. But I seriously cannot stop crying. I cried myself to sleep last night and woke up this morning only to remember the puppy died and continued to cry some more. I bonded with that little guy...he was my favorite. I really hate he had to die.