I never have and never will take a pet to the pound.

I have had to PTS five pets (that I can remember). In this order:

Rowdy was a cream coloured cocker spaniel that developed skin problems and, later on, cancer when I was still fairly young. He was sent to the RB to eleviate his problems.

Woofer was a black field spaniel that belonged to my maternal grandparents. Woofer was very old even when I got old enough that my memories stuck with me (so, when memories as early as I could remember stuck with me). She was about eleven or twelve when I was four. She was completely blind and was starting to lose her hearing. When I turned twelve, my grandparents woke up one day to Woofer not being able to walk or hold her potty. She was PTS to stop her suffering.

Mimi was a tiny, sweet, little girl ferret that had been given to my mom. She was about six when we had to have her PTS a year and half ago due to a cancerous growth on her mouth that had gotten cut open on her cage.

Treasure was a purebred, AKC registered (KennelsnameIforgot's Precious Treasure), German Shepherd. Treasure started acting funny and a couple of days later we woke up and she had passed away on the floor of the kitchen. So, that doesn't count. But it was still upsetting.

Tier was my husband and I's first furkid together. He was a massive sized tuxedo cat. I mean, just HUGE. We had to have him PTS because of a rather lengthy something that I would rather not delve into at this point. It was a back problem that had an 80% chance of not working. That was about ten months ago.