Driving to the office last week I turned on Wisconsin Public Radio, and caught the brief Writer's Almanac segment. The poem was moving, and made me think about my clients and the decisions they make when completing living wills. Here is a literary take on the nuts and bolts of my practice. The Writer's Almanac web site has an audio link, it is worth a listen. End of Days by Marge Piercy Almost always with cats, the end comes creeping over the two of you— she stops eating, his back legs no longer support him, she leans to your hand and purrs but cannot rise—sometimes a whimper of pain although they are stoic. They see death clearly though hooded eyes. Then there is the long weepy trip to the vet, the carrier no longer necessary, the last time in your lap. The injection is quick. Simply they stop breathing in your arms. You bring them home to bury in the flower garden, planting a bush over a deep grave. That is how I would like to cease, held in a lover's arms and quickly...