January 1970 by vonisengard
I will never, and I mean NEVER, set foot in this place again. I brought in my german shepherd a few weeks ago because I suspected bloat and it was late at night. She was in some abdominal discomfort and had tried unsuccessfully to vomit twice. Xrays showed she did not have bloat but were otherwise inconclusive. The vet was pleasant enough, ran down a list of possible causes, ranging from a simple tummyache to a perforated intestine (life threatening but the xray did not show it). They wanted to keep her for observation, but I declined, citing financial reasons but to be truthful I've had bad experiences there before and simply didn't want to leave her. It was a good call. The vet convinced me to give her a painkiller, which I agreed to. Shame on me for not asking what exactly they would give her- they doped up my poor dog on morphine and she was an unresponsive vegetable. Overall, we're feeling a bit concerned but relieved she isn't bloating, until the tech comes back with our dog. She says to me, exactly, "Your dog is dying. She is in a lot of pain and she's going to die." She then proceeded to urge me to sign over the rights to my dog so a rescue group could "pay for her surgery then find her a good home." She told me she had a fever of 107. I took and my dog home and she was just fine. I took her temp immediately- 101.7. Clean bill of health from my vet the next day. This horrible woman wanted me to sign over my dog and open her up for a run of the mill upset tummy. It chills me to think how many people she may have bullied into signing over their beloved pets, convincing them they will die. I wish I had gotten her name, all I can recall is she was in her 20s-30s, eastern European accent. Every rescue I know can barely afford to keep their fosters vetted and fed, and this woman was volunteering to pay for thousands of dollars of (unnecessary) surgery? Something stinks. Please, please stay away; find another emergency clinic.
