I showed a couple 47 houses over three months. Forty-seven. I kept a spreadsheet because I knew eventually I'd need proof for my therapist. After every single showing, they'd find one dealbreaker. Too close to a school. Too far from a school. Backyard faces east. Backyard faces west. Neighbor has a boat in their driveway. You get it. Finally, FINALLY, they found "the one." Perfect in every way. We wrote an offer that night. They were giddy. I was giddy. My car needed new tires from all the driving but I didn't care. The next morning, the wife called to rescind the offer because she'd driven by at 6 AM and saw a cat in the neighbor's yard. They're not allergic. They just "don't trust cats" and felt it was "a sign." They're still looking. With another agent, thank God. I saw on social media they're on house number 72. I've started a small cactus collection to remember the ones that got away. The cactus representing this couple sits alone in the corner because nothing else can survive near it.