The Slow Walk Downhill
I met Nol ten years before I helped him die. He was 70 then, an active, cat-loving, retired professor of philosophy and religion. I had briefly dated his son. When Nol (a nickname for Oliver) asked for an in-person get together, I was puzzled. But, he was an interesting man and I liked him, so I agreed. He came to my home, and we shared stories about cats, African Grey parrots, travels, adventures, cabbages, kings … and then he asked if I was familiar with the Compassion & Choices organization.