For the past 9 years, I’ve found a special kind of peace in my life.
It comes in the form of six tiny paws — my Chihuahuas. 🐾

I know that might sound out of place at first, but stay with me — there’s a deep connection here.

In 2016, I adopted a golden sweetheart I named Ginger. She had been dumped in the Arizona desert in late June and left to die. A friend of mine, part of the rescue that saved her, called and asked me to consider giving her a home. I had just lost my baby of 13 years a month earlier, Chickie, and I wasn’t sure I was ready. But I went anyway.

Ginger was precious. We connected instantly.
A week later, I brought her home. She was a breath of fresh air and had the gentlest heart; she welcomed everyone.

Just two weeks in, I noticed something wasn’t quite right and took her to see Dr. Roy.
To our surprise… he said she looks to be pregnant.
A week later, it was confirmed — she was carrying five little ones.

On August 23rd, 2016, we welcomed four healthy pups: Lola, Emma, Roxy, and Blanca. Ginger’s firstborn, Megan, sadly passed due to complications. But Ginger — who was likely just a pup herself — became the most wonderful mother. Watching her nurture and care for her babies was something magical.

A year later, our pack grew by one more. A co-worker needed to rehome her dog, Rosie. I couldn’t say no. With Rosie, my little family of six was complete.

From that point on, I never left them alone. I wanted to be there for every special moment — every play session, every nap in the sun, every tail wag.

We had a shady outdoor space with a little birdbath fountain. The sound of water, the chirping birds, watching hummingbirds bathe, the soft breeze, and my six girls running around — it was pure peace. That daily routine brought me back to life after long, exhausting days in retail.

For 20+ years, I worked in a fast-paced, demanding, and stressful environment. But I always knew peace was waiting for me when I got home.

Until… 2025.

In April, just before Easter, I lost Ginger to heart disease. She had been fighting for years, and eventually, her body gave out. I was shattered.

Then, just one month later — on May 16th — I lost Lola. Completely unexpected.
I walked into the vet’s office thinking she’d get a prescription… but instead, I walked out empty-handed. I still can’t even put that pain into words.

Their losses hit me harder than I could’ve imagined. But in the grief, something inside me stirred — a purpose, a vision.

That’s when I started Sunday Cottage Escape.

I needed a way to pour out the love, peace, and healing I had received from my girls.
All those quiet, simple moments — that’s what I want to create for others.

A place to rest.
A place to reflect.
A place to reconnect.
A place where peaceful moments help heal the soul.

Because let’s face it — life throws a lot at us. Sometimes it’s too much.

But when you have a little corner of the world where you can just be — that’s where the healing begins. That’s where the strength to move forward is found.

That’s what Sunday Cottage Escape is all about. ✨