**EDIT
So I'm going to leave my original review here, but I have some (actually) nice stuff to add.
I recently lost my cat, Dusty Bumbles, to nasal cancer. And of course, no cat can ever replace her, ever, but after some time I wanted another cat.
So I of course went to the Delco SPCA, and as soon as I entered the cat room the volunteers were all over me. They were excited, polite, helpful, and patient. I must have held and petted every cat who had a green tag. (Those are the ones who have been there for a long time.) After a lot of indecision, I finally settled on a little black cat who had been there three months.
Sadly, after I left with her, they called and told me to come right back because she tested positive for feline leukemia. So I turned around (in tears) and without asking, they had gotten the other cat who I was stuck on ready for me to take her home.
Eleanor (now named Col. Von Peppertraps) had some issues, conjunctivitis, (similar to pinkeye) and an upper respiratory infection, as well as some broken teeth. But that's common in shelters.
The staff were really happy that one of their animals found a home, and I was happy to provide a home. So it worked out.
5 stars for that experience, 1 star for my previous experiences. I'll average it to 3 and add a star to make it 4, because my bad experiences all happened 3-5 years ago. And maybe they've had a change of heart.
However, they're calling themselves "no kill" now, but that just means that stray animals are being euthanized by animal control instead of having a chance of being adopted at the SPCA before being euthanized.
**END OF EDIT
I hate this place. Don't get me wrong, there are a few wonderful people working there, but the rest are rude and uncaring.
I used to go there every week looking to adopt a dog, so I would see things when I was there.
One time a sobbing woman came in cradling a little kitten in her arms. She had been moving furniture and the kitten got in her way, and she tripped over the poor little thing. She did not have a car and was unable to drive to the closest vet down the road. (Must've lived close by.) The girl at the front desk said something along the lines of, "yes we do have a vet on the premises, but he doesn't deal with the public." I'll never know what happened to the poor little thing. But I remember seeing it taking quick shallow breaths and laying in her arms with it's little eyes closed. Thankfully someone ran over and gave her a ride.
Another time when I was 17 (2 weeks away from turning 18) I found a dog running along the side of 252. So obviously I pulled over and brought him to the SPCA. They wouldn't accept the dog because I was under 18 by two weeks. It had nothing to do with the animal, it had to do with being on a power trip. They were so rude it was unbelievable. So I decided to just tie the dog up out front. Thankfully, before I had to resort to that, someone happened to come in who knew the dog, (who had been lost for a week) and was able to call her friend and tell her the dog had been found. Which, by the way, the SPCA people said they would have to charge the woman the fee for holding the very same dog which they wouldn't accept.
Also, I lived in an apartment across from one of the women who worked there. She had three dogs in her apartment, but declined our adoption application because she did not think our apartment building was appropriate for dogs. She was sullen and mean all the time and to everyone. Once again, powertrip. She could have let a dog's life be saved that day, but she decided to be a turd instead.
Generally I'm quite forgiving of people, and I get that people have their bad days or that is sometimes gets busy in there. But the majority of their staff don't seem to care about the animals as much as they should. Or at all. The next pet I adopt will of course be from there, only because of the amount of cats and dogs that get euthanized versus a non-kill shelter (which I would much rather support). read more