This morning as my partner was getting his bike out of the shed, he spotted 2 dead newborn kittens in our neighbours garden. He then spotted a third one in the grass who was moving slightly. I told him to bring it in and it still had its placenta attached. I warmed it up with a vivarium heat pad, then went to pets at home and bought some bottles and lactol kitten formula and he seemed to be doing well. My daughters friend has had kittens before and she said he was too small to be full term. He held on for 7 hours but wasn't strong enough. Good night God bless squeak. He's now buried in the garden with his siblings. Having bpd is no good in these types of scenarios. Apologies if this upsets anyone. I'm gutted xx