By SUZANNE DARLAND
We had to put our 17-year-old cat to sleep recently.
Actually, it was my husband’s cat. When we ate dinner, Stretch would sit by his chair and sniff the air, even though neither of us fed him scraps from the table. When Chuck was watching a ball game, Stretch would curl up in his lap. When Chuck stretched out on the bed for a nap, Stretch would crawl up on his chest. And when enjoined to lie down at the foot of the bed, Stretch would reluctantly curl up by his leg.