I watched our little kitty die tonight. He was 4 weeks old and my boyfriend and his friends rescued him from underneath a church by our home. Little kitty was alone for days, we had heard him crying a couple days before he was rescued, dirty and hungry. Will brought him home and cleaned him. I let him sleep on my neck cause he needed a heartbeat and warmth. I nurtured him. I bottle fed him. He was skinny at first. But I fattened him up real good. He loved to sit in feet, which would be his end. He didn’t meow like a kitten. He chirped like a bird and made the cutest/funniest sound when he would chirp as he started eating. He had just stopped being wobbly and was practicing his jumps and learned how to climb things. I was trying to teach to him to eat softened cat kibble. He was starting to know what a litter box was for. We had little kitty for a week. We were all in the van and I said”come on baby, come on scoo, come on kitty” and as little kitty came out from under the van he got stepped on. He died in a minute. I close my eyes and I see his thrashing body, the blood from his ears and nose. I held him down so he wouldn’t thrash and watched him die. I’m so sad. I don’t like cats but I likes this kitten. He was so tiny and annoying and cute. I’m glad we could give him a good life. A life of a full belly, shelter, cuddles and love. If even only for the one week we had him in his short life. That week was the best week little kitty had ever known. And I’m proud I could give that to him. I miss you already. I’m in shock.