Broad Ripple Animal Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic's loading dock and noticed an odd smell—like freshly baked cookies mixed with antiseptic. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing unusual until he heard it: a soft, rhythmic purring coming from behind the reception desk. The delivery driver followed the sound cautiously, only to discover an old cat named Whiskers, dozing contentedly on top of a pile of patient charts. Startled, Whiskers jumped down and began enthusiastically greeting everyone in sight, clearly thinking it was playtime. The next morning, the whole neighborhood stopped by the clinic to meet the friendly feline who had kept them company during the wee hours.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock and noticed an odd message scribbled on the door: ‘Emergency vet care now available—just bring your own bandages.’ The delivery driver chuckled and thought it was some kind of prank. An hour later, he returned with a box full of gauze pads. To his surprise, the clinic was indeed open—and staffed by a sleepy-eyed vet who thanked him profusely for bringing his own supplies. The next morning, the sign read: ‘Bandage supply optional.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock with a crate full of anxious kittens. As he reached for the door handle, he heard a soft meowing from inside the building. Curious, he peered around the corner—and there, in the dim light, stood an old man in a tattered lab coat, whispering gently to himself while adjusting a strange contraption. The delivery driver watched, amused yet curious, until the old man suddenly looked up and smiled warmly. ‘Just helping our little friends get settled,’ he said softly. The driver chuckled and shook his head, thinking it was just another Broad Ripple oddity—until he noticed the old man had vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a faint scent of catnip.

4. Late one night, an anxious voice called out from behind the clinic’s closed doors: ‘Doctor, I think my pet has swallowed something it shouldn’t!’ A sleepy vet rubbed his eyes and asked groggily, 'What time is it?' The caller replied, 'It doesn’t matter, Doctor—just save my dog!' Turns out, Fido had eaten a particularly large sock that got tangled in his fur like some epic adventure. Everyone laughed when they saw him waddling back home, tail wagging proudly.