Hodja Nasreddin and a Good Cow
Hodja Nasreddin had a good cow which gave lots of milk. Suddenly she got sick and died. Hodja was beside himself with grief. His neighbors began talking that when a month ago Hodja's beloved wife died he did not grieve so much.
"Of course," answered Hodja, "when my wife died, everyone consoled me and said 'Don't cry, we will find you a new wife that is even better...' It's been two days since my cow died and nobody is coming to me and consoling me - "Don't cry, we will buy you a new cow that is even better...' So what else is left for me to do?