My kitten was just 4 weeks old.He used to lay on my chest and under my chin because he thought I was his mama.(And the sound of my heartbeat soothed him.)I'm 12 years old and I love kittens.We named my kitten Peaches because he was orange and white. His middle name is Cream.My friend's mom found a box of 7 kittens at the complex park in sikeston and she brought them home.They were underfed and weak.One(Peaches) almost died so we fed him warm sugar milk. When my mom got off work, we took him to the vet.She ran some tests and said that he'd be fine.We fed him every day and he got better. I prayed to god to keep him alive.He kept Peaches alive long enough for him to find a family to love him.He died at 3:00 am May 31st.The only way I got back to sleep was,I cried myself to sleep.I miss my Baby Boy,but I know God is taking care of him and he had other plans for him.I still cry every minute of the day so I need all the support I can get And I'm really depressed.