On this day, the 6th of April,

I bid farewell to a friend.

Who I did not choose

because she chose me instead.

First it was Jon Snow,

until gender became fluid.

So what’s in a name?

She’s Jon Snow White instead.

Miles away, many,

many miles, so far.

Across Manila’s bay,

I hear your calming purr.

I bid adieu, my sweet,

for richer or for poorer.

Love you less I know not,

even three kittens later.

Rhaegal, Khaleesi, Drogon:

the playful one,

the intellectual clone,

and the youngest one.

May you and yours

be brighter bright!

Our thanks, of course,

blinding as your fur so white.

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