I am a Mother, again

For 15 years, I had a cat. Well, actually, for a few years I had two cats, then when one disappeared we were left with just the one. But he just kept living on and on.

My husband brought the cat "Fraidii" home one year after we were married. And we had him until December 2009.

At my job, we had fish, really two fish. Then, one fish died. Before the second one died and my workmate had to come be shocked and find the fish floating on its back with the water purid and cloudy, my boss said for me to take the one living fish home.

So I am a mother again, this time to a fish.

The fish is in a bowl on the shelf in the living room so I see it all the time. Consequently, I talk to it pretty regularly.

Today, after almost two weeks I decided to clean the little fishy's bowl. All was going well until, well, the fish plopped into the sink. My heart stopped. The fish squirmed around in my sink. I picked it up and put it back into the cup. Then, I cleaned his bowl really quick, and then poured him back into the fish bowl. I put in a few extra drops of water purifier/conditioner for it just in case.

Whew! Near heart attack for me. The fish is floating around, and seems okay. I apologized to it. I hope it forgives me.

That's why I don't have any real babies, can't take the stress.

What should I name my little fish, assuming he survives the day after the sink trauma.

Any thoughts? By the way, he is a boy.