My fondest memory of Phil is from a few days we spent together in the early 2000s.
When my mother was dying of Alzheimer’s disease and the sharp bodily decline that hits those in their late 90s, my wife and I brought her home for care.
Over time, euthanasia practice becomes a banal bureaucratic matter of checking the right boxes or finding ways to maneuver around the “protective guidelines.”
My last hospice patient, Bob, told me that after some months of just wanting to be dead, that he had “come out of the fog.”
“Animal standing” would open the courts to lawsuits brought by animals.