Not to be too maudlin, but here is a sweet story for you. After my husband passed away, I'd drag myself home after work, let the birds out for some exercise, and lay on the couch and cry. One night it was the same old thing, only suddenly a warm head popped up next to mine. Phoenix (Catalina macaw) climbed up on the couch, laid her face against mine, and "cried" too. Then she whispered "I love you, birdie." Thought my heart would break, but in a good way. I had considered finding them new homes after he died, it just seemed like too much to deal with between the new job, the kids, and all. But that idea died after that.