The Policeman, Princess, and the Pirate

Pets have such personalities - some characteristics we definitely create, and some are purely just them.  I had a plan for Halloween this year for each of our dogs to be in costume for a photo. Jack, our newest, was to be Captain Jack Sparrow.  Besides his name, he is also tall enough to steal from high places, loves the water, and even though sometimes naughty - has a quality about him that makes us totally in love with him. Zeba was to be the princess.  The perfect girl puppy I planned and waited for can do no  wrong, well at least if it is wrong, she is so darn cute she gets away with it. 
Then there is my Policeman - Doc.  The old man of the group. A Blue Heeler that had to herd the young ones around, referee their wrestling matches and keep an eye on his family. It was only a  year or so ago that he would sleep with both eyes closed while he was in the room with us - he just had to be aware of all that went on.  His costume was going to be perfect- he was already blue.  A perfect picture in the planning.
Planning. What I did not plan on when I went to the vet yesterday was the decision to let him go. Cancer in his lungs and other body parts was putting him in horrible pain.
My policeman is gone, but I always said of all my wonderful dogs, he would leave me with the most stories. He provided our family with the most comedic relief, drove us crazy, was headstrong, and loving. What more could a family ask for?