My mom got Jasmine as a puppy and she was such a sweetheart from day one. She loved cuddling and was so laid back, and yet at the same time could get into so much trouble. She would sneak into the recycling and take out cat food cans and peanut butter jars, and then she would 'hide' by sticking her head in between the couch cushions when we caught her. She loved chasing ducks and geese to the point where she would go running off down the street if she saw one, and could spend hours swimming after them in the local pond. When she was 9, my mom brought her into the vet for a problem with her leg, and when I called her about it she said she was completely fine. The next day, my mom came by my dad's house to tell me that actually, the vet had discovered that Jasmine had late stages of cancer all throughout her body, and my mom had to make the difficult decision to have her put down right then and there. I was furious at my mother for lying to me over the phone, and for not giving me a chance to say goodbye to someone I loved so much. I told her to leave, and it took me several days before I could speak to her again. Years later, I completely understand why my mother made the choices she did, and that she had no control over me not having a special last moment with Jasmine. I have since talked to her about that experience and apologized for the way I acted, and in her usual gracious fashion my mother told me to never apologize for grieving.