Renoir was our sweet, snuggly green-cheeked conure. He loved nothing more than to be held, given head rubs and fall asleep in my hand - oh, and a treat was always welcome, too. This is a photo from a previous years’ card. Sadly, he died in my hands on 9/11 this year. I had him since he was 15 weeks old. He was 28 years old. He’s greatly missed.