I had a litter of four kittens. One I planned to keep because he immediately became best friends with my four year old son. I was cleaning under my settee, which is a large corner cloth with wood inside. I tipped it up with some force to clean under it and only when Iput it down again I realised I'd tragically squashed our kittens skull with the settee. I am so heartbroken I had to take antidepressants again and I'm crying writing this I feel so guilty. He was such a darling little cat. I'd really bonded with it so much in the 8 weeks it was alive. My son doesnt fully understand death but he saw it and yesterday said "it's gone because of you". I hate myself for this ðŸ˜
