Pandora’s Box Veterinary Clinic

Oh, my god. Stay far, far, far away from this place. My husband and I call it «Kitty Auschwitz.» We took our kitten there to be declawed and fixed. The day I took him in, no one was there, even though we’d made an appointment. I waited for 20 minutes and ended up dropping him at the shelter next door, because they said they would give him to the vet when she came in.
The next day, I called and called — no answer. I was starting to get really freaked out (especially as I had felt a little weird dropping kitty off the day before). I finally called the shelter next door, and the guy said that the vet had taken kitty, and that the operations had been performed. They took a message, and eventually someone from the vet clinic called and said I could pick up the cat the next day.
Next day comes. I call, call, call, call, call. Eventually I call the shelter again, and they say the vet is running late but will be there in ½ hour. Husband and I drive to the place and wait in the parking lot. Eventually, the vet comes — had broken her leg and was being driven by someone. She acted like she was on drugs — seriously.
After 25 minutes of listening to her gab with a cat lady friend who showed up at the same time, they FINALLY brought my freaking cat out, bandaged and drugged up. I burst into tears.
It was absolutely traumatizing. And I don’t cry that easily. I would NEVER bring a pet in there again.