My Dad though that my mother and I were his twin siblings, my Auntie Joan and Uncle Robert.
He also thought, my childhood dog who passed when I was nineteen was his childhood dog, "Chum", so guess what I called the dog I got when I was twenty.
The saddest bit was by the time the puppy could respond to his name, Dad while able to use his vocal chords,, couldn't really say anything coherent.
