A Facebook group called Lost Dog Sylvia attracted more than 700 members all trying to help. Generous locals offered a caravan whilst she looked for her dog.
There's a tragic end to the story. The missing dog, a Japanese Shiba Inu, was found a week later, drowned a few miles from where she disappeared. Locals feared the dog may have tried to swim off the island to get home. Read the Daily Mail story here.
My husband, three children and I searched for our furry friend for days all around the area where we lived.
At first, we thought he might have joined tourists at the caravan park close by. Our inquiries did no good. Memories sprang to mind about the love he demonstrated. He would reach out with his mouth and gently clamp onto my ankle to express his love with deep blue eyes.
When we found him at last, he was close to home, lying in long grass stubble under a tree. He raised his head once, face sunken and close to death. I sent my love and empathy with my thoughts, feeling the strong contact we shared.
My husband rushed him to the closest vet—about half an hour away by car in the remote area. I waited, expecting the worst.
I was going to say this story had a happy ending and proclaim the vet's anti-venom worked after the deadly grass snake bite.
But, when I gave the event further thought, I couldn't remember ever seeing Simba again. I think he must have lived on in my memory for the last forty years.
The incredible bond between a person and an animal can reach across time and place. I hope the owner of the drowned dog will find the same peace.