Morgan came to me as a rescue. Somehow he escaped from his previous people and was found by some good samaritans who took him to the local humane society, where fortunately my sister in law worked. She knew I was looking for a parrot and called to tell me about him, I told her " I want him!!" So, one weekend in June of 1998, I met my Morgan. He was scared, as there were a bunch of people around trying to see him. We got to know each other for a little bit, and then we were off to his new home. It was kinda funny because when I put him in the car, and started to take off, I told him "Hold on" and he did! We got to know each other more driving down the road, talking and squawking all the way. When I got him home, I wasn't quite sure what to do, as I had never had a parrot, just a parakeet years before. I was a little intimidated to say the least. I just made sure he was comfortable and went about my day. As time went on, I learned more and more and we became very close. He knew the sound of my car in the driveway and would start making a fuss until I came in to play with him. He never quite got over biting me or anyone else, but he was still fun to be with and we all enjoyed him. I ended up moving 3 more times after that, finally ending up where I am today. Morgan moved with me very well each time. As time went on, he was even more of a member of our family then ever, sharing meals and playing with us. We taught him all kinds of phrases and words and he enjoyed talking to us. Then, on Christmas Eve, as we were getting ready for bed, I went through our usual routine of Nite-nite, and put him to bed, not knowing that this would be my last time hearing him settle in for the night, making his comfort noises and saying go-nite-nite. When we got up that morning, I didn't notice that the usual racket that came from Morgans cage when he heard us getting up. We opened presents and started our day as usual, when I did finally realize that I had not heard him.....so I went to his cage and lifted the cover, and he was laying on the floor of his cage, already gone! I was devastated! I cried all day that day, so did the rest of the family. My husband and son wouldn't even let me see him, they took him out of his cage, put him in a box and buried him in the yard with a little cross. He was the best bird ever and I miss him something awful. I know that some day, I will get to see him again, and I look forward to hearing him squawk "hello baby!"