Guys my depression is so bad, I have even started drinking. I never drink. I blame myself for the loss of my dog. Long story short is he wasn't feeling well the one morning, vets said sounded like his usual sickness when he gets into human food, just keep an eye out. He had a lot of intestines removed airing a surgery as a puppy. 1pm I let him out with my other dog, he just layed down. I called him in, he wouldn't come. I checked him a few more times throughout the hour, but still refused to come in. Then this is where I feel tearable. My grandfather has been in the hospital and almost passed so when he called I took the call. I was on the phone with him for 30min, I didn't know that was when it started to rain. As soon as I got off the phone I ran to bring in my doggy. He was laying on the ground just looking at me. I tried calling everyone to help me get him in, but finally got help 30 more minutes later from my mom. On the way to the vet he passed away. The vet told me she thinks he got sepsis and nothing could have been done, even bringing him in earlier. I've accepted he passed from this, until I realized how long he was outside. I thought about it, he was outside an hour in 40 degree weather and then another hour in the rain by the time we could get him up. I keep telling myself maybe he also got hypothermia. My other family members that take their labs out hunting keep telling me I'm crazy for even thinking that. It wasn't cold enough, he's insulated, water doesn't affect them. I just can't get over that it may have also been part of it. I'm so heartbroken, I wish I was able to get him in earlier.