This is my parakeet, Spirit. Spirit was exactly that to me--a spirit. He passed away in October 2006 in my hands. He was always with me, when I laughed and when I cried. He was almost human, eating from my dish and sleeping on me when I would sit or lay down. I miss him terribly, but whenever I am sad I think of him and my [own] spirit is lifted. I have six birds and someone gave me another parakeet recently that is so much like Spirit, I feel that Spirit sent him to me. [The new parakeet] is bringing me the joy that used to be from Spirit.