There's always something especially heartbreaking about the death of a baby, even if it's a furry or feathered one, and especially when we've put so much of ourselves into loving and nursing it.   I still remember my sadness when "Runty" (our childhood name for the runt of our dog's litter) died of distemper when I was about 10).   
It is so good that your little Wee One knew such love and care during his too brief stay here. There is nothing ridiculous about the grief you feel or about sharing it with other mudcatters.

Genie