When I was 10 years old I rescued a little black kitten from drowning. My best friend's cat, a papered Siamese, who had kittens and one came out black so her dad was going to get rid of it. I told him I wanted it and he said fine have it.
I walked home with the kitten tucked into the front of my jacket her little head peeking out under my chin. It began to rain before I got home. My Mom had gone out so I waited out back on the patio. When my mom pulled in I walked out of the back yard saying "look what I got." She sighed and said "Connie will eat that rat." I laughed and told her it's not a rat it's a kitten.
I had that kitten for 3 years. I named her Brat-Brat because she was such a brat. I was there when she had her first litter, in the room and handling them and helping her clean them as they were born. She died when we took her to the vet to get fixed. The Vet was worried we would sue so he investigated and found out Brat-Brat had been kicked in the side breaking a rib and puncturing a lung.
I knew exactly who had done it. The ten year old neighbor boy, he was always throwing rocks at my cat and kicking her and generally being mean. So when I heard what happened I got my skateboard walked across to his backyard where he was on the ramp and broke my board over his head. I was grounded for 2 weeks but it was worth it.
The first night I couldn't get to sleep because Brat-Brat wasn't there. She always jumped in bed at my feet then walked up my side curled up under my chin and sucked on my ear purring to shake the bed. I couldn't go to sleep without her and I started to cry. I stopped in shock as I felt a weight jump up on the end of my bed and little kitty paws walk up my side and a warm body settle on my neck and a purr in my ear.
To this day any time I am feeling really depressed I feel Brat-Brat climb in bed with me or curl up on my lap. She has always let my new cats know she is here and I am still her Mom even though she's not here physically.