another monday morning without you.

I woke up mad this morning. I'm just so angry at whoever hit you. I'm sure they didn't mean to, but it still makes me mad. You are not supposed to be gone. You are suppose to be here with us. This isn't right at all. I miss you, Toaster. Last night we went to Wal-mart and got stuff for Chandler (a flea collar, food, a bowl, and a name tag). It was hard because I wanted to be doing these things for you as well. I don't know what to do without you. I never imagined you would leave this way. Not in a million years. I wish I could bring you back..you and Link. Yall aren't supposed to be gone.