Unfortunately he passed away this morning. I don't care for much sadness at the moment so it's much better celebrating his greatness. Always good natured, friendly, never bitten me (except for the first time) and always wanting to play. Completely adventurous with new toys and new places and never complained (via screaming like they do) about anything, just got on with it (whatever "it" was). I'd had him for 8 years or so since he was a baby and he's been in great health all the way through when others also unfortunately have died. The saddest part is that he didn't die in my familiar hands... he was just lying there on the floor of the cage when I saw him which I really wish I could have rectified. But I had no idea he was doing to die obviously and it was at like 6AM. At least he's had a long life and hopefully one he enjoyed too. He was really beautiful as well, so cute seeing him climb around in his cage throughout life. Anyway I realise this is rather selfish to keep going on about this but it's some sort of escape. Has anyone had similar experiences?