Chippy just died
But a little while ago, he didn't move fast enough when I let the dogs out. Phoebe went right for him. I got her to drop him, but he was gone. And I can't yell at her. It's her instinct to kill little animals like that.
I called Chris and he came home to help me bury Chippy. He had a good, long life and I had fun teaching him to sit in my hand and on my shoulder.
RIP my little Chippy.