“And then I thought about the dog that I had started to think of as a friend. I thought about the way he’d first looked at me. The way he’d sought me out. But I also thought of the way he carried himself, his pondus, that Swedish word that conveys so much and which defined his stillness and elegance. He was, he is, like a king. A golden king. Like the film. Like King Arthur. That dog was no ordinary dog. He was regal. He was Arthur.”