Blizzard’s Jenna Gladstone April 30th, 2008 – March 4th, 2012

It is almost unbearable for me to write this. I know of no eloquent way to form the words to share the devastating news of the loss of our Jenna.

 

Jenna jumped the fence late yesterday afternoon in pursuit of a pheasant that was feeding and then flushed wildly. The fence is lower now with the snow, although it wouldn’t matter how high the fence was as she was a gazelle with amazing jumping ability. She had done this earlier in the week, but didn’t go far and came right back to the very spot she had gone over and desperately tried to get back in. We had a discussion and I thought we came to an understanding that she would not go over the fence again… Yesterday she did not come right back and in fact, I soon realized that little Kea was with her! I walked, yelled, screamed, drove around, tried to follow tracks. I came back to the house to check to see if they had come back and to get my cell phone charger. Suddenly Kea was on the porch (I had opened the gate in case they came back). While loving on Kea and checking to make sure she was okay, the call came that the state police had Jenna and she had been hit on the road. She was less than 1/2 mile away. By the time I arrived on the scene, she had died from the injuries.

 

I am mad. I am sad. I am crazed with all of the “what-ifs.” None of which will bring our Jenna back.

 

I can’t say much right now. I can barely speak or write.

 

 

For all of those that were blessed with the chance to know her or hunt over her, I am sorry. For all of those blessed to have one of her pups, hold on to them tight. We are all hurting and Jenna will be missed by many.

 

None of us slept much last night as the bed was very empty and poor Maisy keeps looking for her buddy.

This completely stinks and hurts beyond belief. Jenna was beyond a best friend, an excellent bird dog, an excellent mum with her litters. She was a mind-reader, a character, a cuddle-bug, and one of the most beautiful Llewellin Setters I’ve had the pleasure of knowing.

 

Jenna, our lives will never be the same without you. You are now free of fences, darling. You can hunt all day long everyday in the woods and fields of bird dog heaven. You will never be alone and you will never be forgotten, Jen.

 

Folks, hug your Llew because you can.

-M.