I'm starting to get worried about myself. I seem to cry at the

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drop of a hat; at movies, at commercials, at Oprah's show, etc. I'm hoping it's just because the last 8 years have been so horific and I'm just releasing emotions that have built up over that time. What really got me to thinking about it though, was I opened my front door to get my paper and there was a tiny little baby rat right at my front door. He thought he was hiding cause his head was under something, but the rest of his body was exposed. I scooped him up in a bucket, put some grass and leaves in it so he'd be comfortable; gave him tiny pieces of banana, cheese and some of the bird's food. Got an eyedropper and fed him some water, which he really liked. I went out and when I got home he had died. I put him in a little box and buried him in the flower bed. But the part that bothered me was I cried like a little kid who had lost their best pet. That's what worries me; since I've gotten so much older, am I starting to think about my own death or does anyone think this is normal?