I don't even know where to begin. I brought my cat, Nina, in today for an appointment because she was having trouble going to the bathroom- she keeps re-visiting her box to go no. 2. It takes a couple... Read More
I don't even know where to begin. I brought my cat, Nina, in today for an appointment because she was having trouble going to the bathroom- she keeps re-visiting her box to go no. 2. It takes a couples times of visiting the box and she is able to go. Well, I go in with my cat, and check in after speaking with a nicer older woman that is sitting closest to the door (I've spoken with her before and have always really liked her). I sit down and attend to my cat who is really crying. Another women comes in after me and is waiting to pick up her pet. The receptionist (vet tech?) with the long blonde hair, seating in the middle chair at the desk, precedes to watch a video on YouTube with another coworker on their cell phones, making the woman wait! Are you kidding me?! Meanwhile the girl all the way to the left, with the long brown hair, gets off the phone with a client and starts trash talking the client, calling her crazy. (So if you called this afternoon to Suffield Vet to talk about reproductive options for your pet, I hope you're reading this, because apparently they honk your nuts and don't want to fedex anything for you, whatever that means). Where am I? This is not the Suffield Vet I've gone to before. So they call me in (late) and I go in. They don't introduce themselves and proceed to yank my cat out of her carrier. I can't believe what I'm seeing, but she's fine when she gets out. Let me stop here and say why the hell wasn't I scheduled with the vet I've seen five times before and knows my animal? Isn't that the point of a vet instead of using a walk-in clinic? We move on with the appointment. I explain to the vet the problem- that I think it's taking longer than usual for my cat to go to the bathroom. Instead of focusing on her digestive tracking the vet starts talking about her joints, suggesting X-rays and recurring anti inflammatory prescriptions. I said what are you talking about, she's agile and fine. The vets says she's not moving around much right now. She's terrified! You just yanked her out of her warm carrier! So, the vet, seeing that I'm not buying her joints being the issue, starts pushing prescription food on me. Hold up- are you interested in my wallet or the root of the problem? The vet dismisses me, tells me to change her food, and puts me on my way. Doesn't cut her nails or take a fecal sample. What is there is a larger problem her instead of her food? You're not going to check and see if she has a bacteria problem, infection? Okay, great, nice meeting you Dr. Whatever-Your-Name-Was.So I leave the room and I'm face to face with the snotty receptionist again. While I'm standing there waiting for them to finish gossiping and typing away, they check in two people that walk in while I'm waiting, and check out someone who finished after me. My cat is crying again because this huge dog is barking and I'm fuming. I said to the girl with the long brown hair, excuse me, can I please check out and pay? And she's like I just got your chart, one second. Right, so the guy who walked out of his room with his huge dog just gets to leave without the nurse walking up his chart up and I have to stand here being ignored? Nice. All and all I paid $59 for a sick visit consultation that lasted less than ten minutes, my cat is traumatized and not properly treated, I caught attitude from two know it all receptionists, and was pitched a bunch of expensive shit for no reason. So if that sounds like a good time to you, and you don't want to be valued as a client, bring your pet here- I give you my blessing. Read Less