A long time ago in Bethlehem so the Holy Bible says, well a log time ago, they were going to be drowned a river. An old lady and myself had 1 kitten each and the rest went to another person who had a houseful of cats. The kitten was so young / little it would not take to milk, it was pining too. I had to use a medicine injection to feed it milk. I called the kitten Lucky, as it was lucky to be alive. I went and got his brother and because it followed Lucky, I called it Shadow as shadows follow us everywhere. Both were fed with a medicine syringe full of milk. They grew and loved sardines. They were both neutered. They played together and we all bonded. My children dressed them in fancy dress outfits, sometimes they were dressed as cowboys with neckerchiefs around their necks and doll cowboy hats on. Sometimes wearing a white collar and bright red dicky bow around their necks. They have even been put in front of me dressed in Halloween outfits. My daughter even painted their claws with nail vanish. Lucky was the runt of the litter, everyone kept telling me to put him down, but I wouldn't as he had a right to live as anyone else has. Lucky kept losing and re growing his fur and sometimes his skin would be raw and bleed. But he was very much loved. Lucky grew to his old age. His legs buckled and then he went stiff, he was alive only just as I could feel his little heart beats. I wrapped a bath towel in half around him in case he wet himself, he never did, nothing came out of him. I also wrapped a blanket around him to keep him warm. I phoned the R S P C A and the vets, no one would come out to help me. Lucky started to smell, but I said a million prayers for him, I sang to him, I smoothed him and rocked him as if you had a baby in your arms. Social Services came, and he had died and I did not know, I never had this ever happen to me. My tears were like rivers. Social Services fetched an odd job man of theirs and they went out into my garden and buried him. Everyone said prayers. It was pouring with rain just like my tears. Social Services never came into my house after burying Lucky as they said they were wet and muddy, Bless everyone of them for helping me and Lucky. Chris in Social Services is my friend and helps me to this day and she loves animals too. When I was asleep, Shadow would wake me in the morning by combing my hair with his claws, he never hurt me. Shadow hissed like a snake if anyone neared our front door. I made some toast and i put the butter and jam back in the fridge, came back and there was no jam on my toast, I thought I must have forgot, so I went to fridge to get the jam, and put more jam on my toast then put the jam back in the fridge, still no jam on my toast, it was Shadow he licked all the jam off my toast, I used to put his dish and my plate at dinner time and share my dinner with him, half a fish each or half the meat with some gravy, he even liked mashed potato. We were the best of friends to each other, but I had to have him put to sleep. from Vanessa The Google Girl. my skype name is rainbowstar123