When we lived in Rowland Heights, Poke would always sleep in his crate either in the kitchen or garage. The first night that we moved out, I took a shower and when I went back to my room, Poke was laying on my bed with his head on my pillow. From then on, he took over and got to sleep wherever he wanted. 

We deeply miss watching him fall asleep, his eyes slowly getting heavy, but peaking every 30 seconds to make sure we're still there.