Rocky’s Story (So Far)
- Rocky Balboa
- May 31
- 3 min read
A very important update from a very important (and handsome) foal
Hi. It’s me. Rocky.
I haven't had much time to write an update - I've been kinda busy! In case you are wondering, here’s how things have been going…
May 13 — The Day Everything Changed
I don’t remember everything from that day. Just that I was alone…and not okay.
Then suddenly - people. Hands. Voices. Urgency. They tell me this was the day they rescued me.
It was also the day I met my dream team:
Doctors
Vet techs
Volunteers
And all of you (even though I didn’t know it yet)
Apparently, I made quite the entrance at Bend Equine. I was 89 pounds of “we need to act fast.”
The Early Days — Not My Best Work
Let’s just say… things were rocky. (See what I did there?)
I had:
Diarrhea (we’re just going to be honest here)
Pneumonia
And a long list of things that made everyone worry
There were a lot of hands on me. A lot of long nights. I heard one name a lot: Dr. Greer.
Dr. Greer = the one who doesn’t give up on small, stubborn foals like me. I love her!
Also, the vet techs? Absolute rockstars. They fed me, treated me, cleaned me up, talked to me…and were just the best ever.
May 24 — The Day I Found Her
This is the day everything changed again.
Her name is Dutchess.
She had just lost her baby. Her first baby.
Everyone says she was just as lost as I was.
And somehow…we found each other.
Meeting Dutchess — A Mutual Decision
Now, I’d like to say I chose her. But honestly? I think she chose me.
She stood there. Calm. Quiet. Brave.
And then…she let me come close.
That moment? That’s when things started to turn.
Since Then — Learning to Be a Foal
Having a mom changes things - BIG TIME.
Dutchess:
Teaches me how to be brave
Tells me when to settle down (rude, but fair)
Makes sure I’m not alone anymore
Turns out, a heart can heal things medicine can’t.
(I still get the medicine, though, and realize how important it is. Don’t worry, Dr. Greer.)
Where I Am Now
I’m still in the hospital.
But look at me:
I was 89 pounds
Now I’m 105.6 pounds
I’m still fragile. Still working through things. Still closely watched every day.
But I’m here.
And still fighting!
The Part I Don't Want to Skip
I have to send a big ol' thank you to:
The people who donated
The ones who shared my story
The ones who check for updates
The ones who showed up for a foal they’ve never met
You didn’t just help me survive.
You helped me find:
Care
A team
And a mom
And like me, that’s not small.
I plan to grow into a very important horse. Just so you know what you’re investing in.
So stick with me - I'm working on gettin' out of here! I'll definitely miss my care team, but this kid needs to RUN!
Much love and Rocky kisses to all of you!
~ Rocky 🐎
P.S. - if you'd like to join the gang of great guys and gals who have helped me make it this far, my people tell me there are lots of ways to help on this webpage. 🤎🤎
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