Lost my dog to parvovirus

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A couple of months back, I lost my dog to parvovirus. Words cannot describe how devastating it is to lose a puppy. Everything went so sudden and I wasn't prepared to let him go. He was 4 months old at that time, such an adorable, active, and playful puppy he was. He was so clingy, too. He would always accompany me wherever I go, even if I need to go on my toilet duties. He was doing well days before that. I didn't see any signs of him being unwell. He was his usual self until one day, he suddenly wouldn't want to touch his food during dinner time. I was so worried but the vet clinic was already closed at that time. I had to wait until morning to bring him to the clinic, and I couldn't bring myself to catch some sleep. Morning came, I rushed to bring him to the vet clinic. He got tested and came out positive for parvovirus. I was flustered that I was already choking from my voice. The vet then suggested having him admitted so they can have him hydrated with intravenous dextrose and force-feed him to help him regain his energy. I was very hesitant and felt anxious that I won't be seeing him, so I took him home again with me and decided to nurse him myself. Noontime came and I am still unable to feed him even with water so I decided to rush him back to the clinic to have him admitted. He was at the clinic for almost a week, and every day I would go there to spend hours with him. He was showing signs of recovery in his first three days, and I felt relieved he was fighting. On the fourth day, I was unable to go due to the heavy downpour the entire day. On the fifth day, I went there and his eyes were very sad. I was already feeling the urge of bringing him home with me despite his condition. Anxiety was already kicking in because I was never used to being apart from him that long. After my visit, I went home and rested for a bit in preparation for my work. Nighttime came and I'm not sure why I was feeling giddy but I carried on. Then, midnight came, and there, the most heartbreaking SMS came in from the vet clinic. They said that my puppy was already struggling and defecating so much blood. I was feeling all sorts of different emotions all at once, I can barely describe it. I just want to run to the clinic at that time and hug my puppy. I'm pretty sure he was in so much pain as well as scared at the same time. I just want to tell him and make him feel he was loved despite the short period of time he spend with our family but I couldn't that the vet clinic's policy won't allow visitors to come by outside of the clinic hours. I was also given an update that they were already trying to perform all emergency measures that they can. I was already bawling my eyes, unable to work on my project for my client. And then, just about the break of dawn, another SMS came in that my puppy already passed on... Words can never express the heartbreak that I felt. Right about the time for vet clinic hours, I was already at their doorstep waiting. My puppy was already lifeless. I carried him in my arms and felt myself getting demented. I felt like I was just an empty shell, I felt like my soul left with him. I kept blaming myself, I should have been a better fur parent, I shouldn't have left him at the clinic. Thoughts like those. Although I have another dog who's older than him, losing him felt like having a hole in my soul. I'm still dealing with the loss even if it's been months since he passed away. My other dog must've missed his brother too as he's been looking out of our fence, waiting for his brother to come home. Others would tell me that I can always adopt another dog again, but they can never understand the bond that's formed between our furbabies and fur parents. As of this moment, I still don't have any intentions of adopting another dog. I'm much more focused on taking care of my other furbaby who's a few months shy of turning 1 year old. He's a parvovirus survivor. I'm still heartbroken, but I'm definitely more determined to become a better fur parent to my other furbaby. They say he's such a spoiled dog, but a fur parent can't easily resist those stares and snuggles that the fur babies give.