Not one for writing online reviews (I hardly trust them anymore), I read a few of the negative reviews of Oliver Animal Hospital, and feel so deeply compelled to add my own voice.My husband Rodney and... Read More
Not one for writing online reviews (I hardly trust them anymore), I read a few of the negative reviews of Oliver Animal Hospital, and feel so deeply compelled to add my own voice.My husband Rodney and I cannot have children of our own, so our five furry family members are very important to us. The entire staff at OAH understands this deep love and connection and consistently provides thorough and extensive care for each of them.Of course this kind of comprehensive care can be expensive, but the price has consistently been proven worth it. I know that I can call on OAH staff any time of day for advice and be admitted on an emergency basis if necessary (and not be charged any more than I would for a regular visit).However, there is one experience that has made us clients for life.Rodney and I adopted a kitten from the Humane Society in 2006. Baxter was a bundle of energy and joy. Unfortunately, he had been infected with FIP at birth. About six weeks after we adopted Baxter, his belly swelled up like a balloon. I didn't even call OAH. I bundled him up and jumped in the car. I called in-route and explained the symptoms. The nurse on the other end of the line told me to drive safely and they would be ready when I arrived. I drove like a crazy woman. I pulled up in front of the clinic - sideways in a handicap spot. Nurses were waiting with the front door open and rushed me into an already-prepared room.Baxter was quickly assessed by Dr. Oliver while a nurse tried to calm me long enough ask questions about possible poisoning, foreign objects, insect bites, or allergic reactions.Baxter ended up going to the emergency clinic that night. When we returned in the morning, we received the FIP diagnosis. Dr. Oliver, tears in her eyes, explained that there was little chance that he would recover. Obviously in pain, we made the difficult, but humane decision to put our little man to sleep. A nurse laid down a quilt, lit a candle and dimmed the lights, brought in warm towels, and Dr. Oliver sat with us while Baxter drifted off in my arms.Emotionally and physically numb, I watched as a nurse took Baxter away. Dr. Oliver walked us out of the clinic and to our car. Not only was our bill not mentioned once (I settled the balance about a week later when I returned to collect Baxter's ashes), but we also noticed that they'd hung handmade signs on every door in the clinic - "Quiet, please. A beloved pet is departing." It was a horrible experience. I'm in tears now, recounting this experience seven years later. The care and concern shown for us, and for our beloved Baxter, touched us so deeply.However, the story doesn't end there. You see, we had pet insurance on Baxter, but when we submitted the claim for Baxter's treatment and euthanasia, the claim was denied. When Dr. Oliver found out, she was livid. She must have spent hours on the phone with VPI, advocating on our behalf. Thanks to her, we received our reimbursement - almost two years after Baxter's death.This extraordinary care has been repeated time after time. For Jake Jr., our asthmatic and perpetually chubby tabby cat. For Trey, who had to have all of his teeth removed due to a feline autoimmune deficiency. For Tanner, the dog we adopted on a Saturday only to find two days later he had double pneumonia. For Gracie, my dearest, a puppy with more problems than the whole kit and caboodle combined. And, of course, for Baxter, who Dr. Oliver continued to care for more than two years after his death - defending his end-of-life care to an uncaring insurance company.So, to answer the critique that Dr. Oliver is expensive, or is running a scam by over-testing or intentionally misdiagnosing - that's patently false - a cruel accusation made about a woman who has treated my pets as her own for almost 10 years....a woman who has given me her personal cell phone number on a number of occasions in case a sick puppy seen on Friday gets worse over the weekend and we need help....a woman who has called me from home, on her day off, to share new research that might shed light on a difficult diagnosis....a woman whose only concern is to make sure our family spends as many happy and healthy years together as possible.For that, I will be forever grateful. Read Less