Is it normal to have a furry-specific tear-licking fetish?

Everyone has a skeleton in their closet, let me tell you about mine:

Okay, so I have this really bizarre and embarrassing fetish that's furry based and I think I might be one of the only people who has it. It's a tear-licking fetish involving anthropomorphic animal characters crying with their heads angled so the tears roll down their muzzle or snout and collect at or drip off the tip of their nose instead of roll down their cheek.

Now I don't fantasize about making characters cry but I do fantasize about comforting already crying characters by licking the tears from their muzzles and snouts. This fetish does not apply to humans because they lack muzzles and snouts. Also, I consider this a non-sexual fetish because even though I do masturbate to it, I don't have thoughts about sexual intercourse during the tear licking (although cuddling and back rubs are usually part of the fantasy).

The subjects of these fantasies are male, female, hermaphrodite, transgender alike so it's kind of a panromantic fetish fantasy. Here are some factors that increase the value of the fantasy:
-The crying anthro has a medium to long length snout or muzzle. Canines, dragons, kangaroos, deer, equines, bears, raccoons and sometimes rabbits and mustelids like weasels, otters, etc are my favorite types of targets for the fantasy.
-The crying anthro has the letter C or letter T in their name. Maybe cause the letters C and T could stand for crying and tears respectively but for some reason, that only increases the strength of the particular fantasy. I guess it's cause C and T are my favorite consonants. The vowels A and U are also worthy of note here.
-The crying anthro has blue, green, gold, silver, purple or turquoise colored eyes.
-The crying anthro is fairly intelligent. I like licking tears from the snouts of smart anthros especially.

To be honest, I have no clue exactly how this fetish came to be. I guess I was crying as a kid, tasted my own tears and fell in love with the salty taste. I remember when I was a kid, I saw an episode of Looney Tunes where Porky Pig locked Charlie Dog out of his apartment and looked through the peep hole in the window to see Charlie crying. When I saw this, I instantly crawled up to the television screen and started licking it almost as if I could go inside my TV to cuddle with Charlie Dog and lick his tears away with my tongue. I know that anthropomorphic animals don't exist IRL but that doesn't stop me from daydreaming about my fetish. I'm smart enough not to jack off to it in public but while alone in my room, I can fap up a storm.

A couple years back, I came across this Bolt fanfic and even though the main plot involves Penny transforming into a dog, I quickly fell in love with a minor OC Chinook dog named Kurt because in chapter 8 of the story, there was a scene that said "Kurt has tears rolling down his muzzle". Keep in mind that my real life name is Kurt as well. Ever since reading that amazing chapter,I must admit that I have masturbated harder to that chapter than anything in my life. Just the thought of me pressing my tongue against Kurt's muzzle, licking each and every last tear rolling down it while stroking Kurt and gazing deep into his eyes. I know I'm not a zoophiliac but that one chapter just sent me into overdrive. I consider it to be a masterpiece regardless of writing quality and even asked the creator of the story if he could roleplay as Kurt so I could act out my tear-licking fantasy. He agreed and we did a roleplay which I posted. All this just because of my fetish and the fact that Kurt and I have the same four letters in our names.

It's not just OCs, either. There was one Loonatics Unleashed fic I read where Tech mourns the apparent loss of Zadavia and he had "tears slowly running down his muzzle". Keep in mind that I have a huge mancrush on Tech. Combine that with my fetish and I fapped over that chapter til the cows came home! The fact that he has both a C and T in his name, that long muzzle of his and beautiful gold eyes. The thought of me hugging Tech, caressing him and licking the tears running down his muzzle until he stops crying. Pure extasy is really the only way I can describe it.

Ironically, despite my fetish with licking tears, I'm generally disturbed at the thought of licking other bodily fluids. The thought of blood and veins makes me gag. Urine grosses me out. Scat (Poop) makes me want to vomit. I don't mind sweat so much, I don't actively lick it but I release a lot of it when I "fap".

I've never licked tears from an actual animal's face with my tongue and I doubt I ever will as I have too much common sense. The closest thing I've done to that was to wipe a tear from a horse's face with my thumb then lick it off my finger. It was pretty salty yet strangely pleasant in flavor.

Also, keep in mind that this fetish doesn't completely rule my life. I often take breaks from it in favor of video games, story writing, eating, sleeping, internet reading and watching videos on Youtube. The thing is: I consider my fetish to be my ultimate guilty pleasure.

My mom once told me that "You are only as sick as the secrets you keep." This makes me ponder just how sick my fetish really is in the eyes of others. For that reason, I've kept it in the closet since I was as young as 13 years old. I never told any of my family members of it and no one in my group home about it. I have a fear of being judged by it which is why most things in my deviantArt gallery aren't explicitly about my fetish and are usually writing, fun birthday games and photographs of plushies with a selfie here and there. I do have a few pieces of tear-licking art but generally prefer to be covert about it. And the funny thing is: My mother was very liberal, had several gay and lesbian friends and even used to work as a stripper back during the 70s long before I was born. In hindsight, I guess she'd tease me a bit about my fetish but would ultimately accept it. Now I just feel guilty for not telling her before she passed away.

I'm trying to be a little more open in regards to my fetish but at the same time, I'm pretty insecure about it. I'm afraid of being mistaken as some sort of weird zoophiliac if found out.

The reason I'm posting this is because I feel like I need to get this weight off my chest and admit to having a fetish. Hopefully, I won't regret posting this. I'm honestly not sure if I should be disgusted with myself, view myself as creepy or embrace my strange uniqueness. All I know is that it'll just eat away at me inside if I keep it in any longer.

Also, keep in mind that this isn't a cry for help. I'm just hoping there's people out there who understand where I'm coming from and aren't too judgemental about me due to my bizarre fetish. I try so hard to be a good two-shoes voice of reason but at the same time, I feel a bit like a closet furry perv.

Thank you for your understanding.