Over the next week, Savanah spent every waking moment with Millie. She walked her, watered her, fed her the regular dog food, and so on. During this time, she kept a journal. It was a Tradition - during the week before Big Meal Day, the Wolfes had their Meals-to-be write in a journal, as the selected Wolfe family member spent the week with them, as part of Meal Appreciation. The Meal-to-be wrote down thoughts, likes, dislikes, wishes, how they wanted to be remembered - favorite flowers, fruit or shade trees, berry bushes, vegetables, have a family member or pet named after them - as well as their general health information.
Millie was indeed a Champion Sheepdog - multiple ribbons adorned her doghouse, and there were trophies in the house. She'd also produced ten litters, each of which had produced three or more Champions themselves.
Savanah was sitting under a tree, filling out her last entry-to-be, as Millie lay beside her, somewhat protectively. Savanah gave Millie a nice petting. Millie looked at her. Champion Sheepdogs were unique, even among sheepdogs - while most livestock dogs either protected or herded, Champions could do both. Furthermore, the specific breed that Millie was of had a tendency to produce dogs that were capable of swallowing human-sized meals with little-to-no issues, with Millie being one of them. That being said, Millie only got fed a Human Meal once a year, during late stages of pregnancy, when she needed the extra food for milk production and getting the puppies ready for life outside of her.
"Looks like we'll be together real soon," Savanah said, jotting down a few last words in the entry. "I want to be remembered by having one of your puppies named after me."
Millie seemed to understand this, and started licking Savanah, causing her to giggle.
"Alright, alright," she said to the dog. "Just let me say my Good-Byes, and have Mistress Julia prepare me for you."