My family cannot thank the staff of Monfort Heights Animal Clinic enough for the high quality of care and compassion they demonstrated towards our miniature schnauzer when she was suffering from kidney failure. She stayed overnight for three nights receiving round the clock attention in order to try and save her. It was an absolutely awful experience to have to decide to put her to sleep but Doc McBride and the vet technicians (Dora chief among them) treated us with respect and empathy. I'll never forget after she was gone and they had to remove the IV, they still gently wrapped her little leg in red gauze. That kind of attention to detail mattered so much at one... read full review
November 2019
1976 -- my Kodachrome memories are swathed in the red, white, and blue bunting of the nation's bicentennial, red pennants in honor of the Big Red Machine, and the gray and white of my first shaggy dog, Daisy, light of my life, center of my universe for the duration of hers. 1976 -- That was the year my family began its relationship with Dr. McBride at the Montfort Heights Animal Clinic. I did not outgrow my obsession with the shaggy dog. In the 90s there was Zoë, plain Zo in the morning, and now -- 2019 -- there is Mimi, Martha on the dotted line. Nor did I outgrow the trust that I place in Dr. McBride and now his son, Dr. McBride, a D.V.M., just like his dad --... read full review
My family cannot thank the staff of Monfort Heights Animal Clinic enough for the high quality of care and compassion they demonstrated towards our miniature schnauzer when she was suffering from kidney failure. She stayed overnight for three nights receiving round the clock attention in order to try and save her. It was an absolutely awful experience to have to decide to put her to sleep but Doc McBride and the vet technicians (Dora chief among them) treated us with respect and empathy. I'll never forget after she was gone and they had to remove the IV, they still gently wrapped her little leg in red gauze. That kind of attention to detail mattered so much at one... read full review
1976 -- my Kodachrome memories are swathed in the red, white, and blue bunting of the nation's bicentennial, red pennants in honor of the Big Red Machine, and the gray and white of my first shaggy dog, Daisy, light of my life, center of my universe for the duration of hers. 1976 -- That was the year my family began its relationship with Dr. McBride at the Montfort Heights Animal Clinic. I did not outgrow my obsession with the shaggy dog. In the 90s there was Zoë, plain Zo in the morning, and now -- 2019 -- there is Mimi, Martha on the dotted line. Nor did I outgrow the trust that I place in Dr. McBride and now his son, Dr. McBride, a D.V.M., just like his dad --... read full review