Mr Dardani walked Mini together with his wife everyday they were up in their home - an antique cape built in 1825 by Colonel Matthews of Matthews Road - in New Hampshire. They went south to their other home in Georgia when the days grew shorter. While the sun shone higher in the sky they played golf outside.
Then Mrs Dardani fell ill with cancer. She did not go with her husband and Mini for a walk as often. It all seemed very fast. Mr Dardani stopped for a while some days to talk and then he would say sadly, I have to go now and no words were necessary to say how he felt for his wife.
And words could not express how sorry I was when she passed away. "She was my gal," he said. And how so very kind people were to him, he marvelled.
He gave away her clothes. I was one of the recipients. Inside her spring coat I found a tissue. It spoke volumes to me about all the walks she took with her husband and Mini.
Mr Dardani also gave me her Aloe Vera and a Christmas ornament, a porcelain New England church with windows that lit up when the light inside was turned on.
He said, when their children were small, they used to make Christmas wreaths out of princess pine. I thought that sounded lovely.
We watched many "Bogie" movies and I thought Mr Dardani looked like Humphrey Bogart. So I was bemused when he spoke of what an old man he was - I saw him as a spry older middle-aged man: "Call me 'Old Bert'."