My little Cat died on palm of my hand

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He was around 2 months when he died, his mother was next to him, he had passed 2 operation before he died.
He was very little, cute male cat, having 3 brothers and sisters who were shot by a neighbor, he was the only survivor, his mother took the dead babies and this one to our cellar. He was still berating.
But there was a wound on his back, right above his neck, we cleaned and fasten it.
Soon when he was well enough, he was running around, playing with everything. He was very cute and has special attitude which is rare for an animal, for example when we put mashed meat for him to eat, he was calling his mother, and until his mother didn't join, he did not start eating it alone.
But the wound started to getting worse, so we took him to vegan, He gave some medicines and did some clean-up. He was moaning and screaming when the doctor was working on him, his little , thin body was too fragile for that. We took him home and were taking care of him, his mother never left his side. There used to hug each other like human mother and son. It made our eyes full of tears.
And he got worse, we took him to the vegan again, this time a bigger operation was done, he got unconscious, we were so worried that he will never come back to consciousness. His mother was sitting beside him, with sad eyes, watching her baby. After few hours he came conscious, and was trying to move around and play, but the pain stopped him each time.
Then after a while he started moving around, watching and checking everything, that night all the family were happy. His mother was licking and hugging him all the time, this was the only baby she had after delivering 4 kitties, and it was her first time giving birth. She was herself only 8 year old, we have her since she was 2 months old.
2 Days later in the morning I went to bring the little kitty upstairs to give his medicines and milk.
...And I saw him laying on his left side, breathing so fast, he could not open his eyes, I took him upstairs, his mother followed me.
We called the doctor, he said that kitty is too little and weak to survive if he does anything more, he said the case is very strange, something look like cancer, he said when he was trying to remove the infected wounds, he saw the wound has been grown everywhere inside the little kitty's body. He said that he is sorry.
So we just put them in a clean place and were watching him, his mother kept licking him. He was breathing so fast and I think he had a killing pain those moments. My mother was crying loudly, as if a human is dying. Some one hour later, he stopped breathing.
I buried him in the garden myself. His mother was looking for him for one week, she used to come inside the house, calling him and looking everywhere, inside wardrobes, under the kitchen cabinets, she did not noticed that we took the body and buried. She thought that her kitty is lost.
I will never forget those days, I feel as if I lost a family member that day.
I am always missing him...