Before I was born, my family had a little dog, a Chihuahua called Chico. He used to have his own homepage just like me and when he died Sophia put Chico's Memorial Page on the Internet (this site has been discontinued later, but if you are really interested, your can still view his original site; see http://chico.sophiaburns.com). I heard my family say to each other that they'd never thought that a parrot (tha's a-me, folks) could be counted as anywhere near a replacement of a dog. Of course they miss Chico still, but I am happy that I give them plenty of laughs myself. I can feel they love me and I think I am able to return that very well.
They say that you get used to everything. This is true, but still we miss our Dandy. We phone to the refugee center regularly to ask about our Dandy, and the answers are always the same: Dandy is still in quarantine but fine, he has adjusted well, he has stopped picking his feathers, he is between other Greys, although still in the same cage on his own. We are not allowed to visit him yet, but we will, as soon as his quarantine period is over!