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My experience was great.
-Mitze from Yonkers, NY
Pet Name: DogMy experience was great. Dr. Duffy is the best! I can't ask for a better doctor for my family. I drive over an hour to see her and I would drive longer if I had to so that I can stay with her. She is a caring and compassionate person and she takes such good care of my dogs.
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It was perfect
-Joseph from Brewster, NY
Pet Name: DogIt was perfect! Everyone gives 319 percent. Karen and Jessy were very personable and took care of me right away.
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My new puppy Molly
-Patricia from Brookfield, CT
Pet Name: Dog MollyThe staff was very efficient with my new puppy Molly.
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Completely satisfied with my experience
-Daniella from Katonah, NY
Pet Name: CatI am completely satisfied with my experience. Each member of the staff acted professionally. Dr. Duffy was extremely professional and relatable. I've scheduled our next appointment with her. She has a very kind personality! I trust her already!
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A poem in tribute to my pet recently treated at KB
-Susan V. Walton from Bedford Hills, NYBonded for Life
There’s an invisible bright thread
linking human to pet. You can see it
in the waiting room of the emergency
vet, when the loudspeaker
calls for “Emma’s Mom,” or
“Jake’s Dad,” and folks rush
to the pair of doors marked
“Staff Only,” eyes alight again,
near the “Lost Dog” signs.
It’s manifest in the dog park,
which you want to avoid now,
because healthy dogs circle each other,
leashes off, and at a whistle, dash
to their owners for treats.
This bright thread suddenly
declares itself in the posture
of the poodle, sitting tall outside
the half-open door to the nail salon,
while her mom gets a pampering.
It whispers in contented sighs
of the labrador, settling down by the road
while his human greets a neighbor, or
from the tabby who follows the sun,
purring on the porch, till her alter-ego
comes home, then she slips inside.
Leaving the animal hospital at night
after praying goodbye, you know you need
to spin out that bright thread
like a filament of hope,
keeping the belief aglow that soon
you’ll reunite.
And when you visit, you look deep into
those soft dulled eyes, willing them
to light up again.
Then at last, when you finally
bring your cherished
Other Self home,
you sleep ever so lightly,
tugged by that bright, bright thread.
Susan V Walton, copyright 2012
