I had a kitten called Rex, who I hand reared from 2 weeks old, as his mum got hit by a car and killed. There were 5 kittens in the litter, and me and my mate looked after them, we had to fed them and litter train them. They were living at his house (as the mum was his cat) and at 6 weeks old, I brought Rex home. I had him for just over a year, and then he went the same way as his mum. It was horrible. He went missing for a night, which was unusual, but I was hoping he'd just been locked in someones shed or garage, but the next day someone found him. Its the hardest thing Ive ever had to deal with, it was like losing my child, especially havnt hand reared him, it seemed like there was a special bond.
It happened just over a year and it still upsets me to this day if I think about it.
