Thumbelina was my grandmothers dog. She was born of a litter of a chihuahua and poodle that my uncle had that my grandmother and I worked to find new homes, as well as get the parents out of there, because my uncle abuses his dogs (the chihuahua was beaten half to death for stealing the cats food, after he starved her and refused to feed her). She took Thumbelina and Sugar out of the litter and I took Brownie - eventually she was able to guilt her son into also giving her the chihuahua mother Buddy and the poodle father went to someone she knew. Nothing was done to my uncle, the police had been called several times on him, but they never did anything.
Rescuing these dogs from such a bad place, she formed a quick bond with Thumbelina, raising her from 8 weeks. She was the runt of the litter and often sick, arthritis and a deformed tail were some of the problems she had. But my grandmother spoiled her rotten and the little dog was usually found on her lap, or on the couch beside her. My grandmother is having a lot of medical problems and Thumbelina and Sugar were there to see her through them all, being extra gentle when she hurt her hip and giving lots of cuddles when she was scared from her heart attacks. The small amount of money my grandmother gets monthly since she can't work with her health problems (and she's 78!) were split up equally between the dogs and herself, if they needed vet care she'd go without groceries if she had to in order to get them what they needed.
Today, my grandmother had to have Thumbelina put to sleep. She was about 10 years old, her kidneys were in failure and she was in a lot of pain. The vet thinks it may have been cancer, but they aren't sure. She only started showing symptoms 3 days ago. Needless to say she's upset and my whole family knew the little runt with the brown nose, where all her sisters and brothers had black. They brought her home and buried her in the yard.