We used to have a parakeet named Chuckie. Great bird ... would come out of his cage and eat breakfast with us (he loved toast and eggs). Then one time we got to thinking it'd be great if he had a friend for when we were gone. Bought another parakeet and Chuckie became very sad and soon passed away. (We gave away the "new" bird but not in time. ) Made us feel terrible. Chuckie was our baby and in trying to do something nice for him ... I think we blew it. We buried him in our yard (then in Decatur).

Hadn't thought about Chuckie for some time now. (Sniff)